Wednesday is play gym day for us. As usual, Sam took off the second we walked in. I had to chase him so I could take his coat off.
We had only been there a few minutes when I looked up at Sam and saw the pre-crying look on his face. I dashed over to where he was. A mom standing nearby explained that her son had fallen backward, Sam fell forward, and her son's head had smacked Sam in the mouth.
He was so sad, sobbing on my lap. When I finally got a good look at him, I saw his swollen lip. The left side of his upper lip was plumped up - he looked so pitiful.
However, Sam is nothing if not tough. After just a few minutes with me he wriggled to the floor and played for an hour and a half. Every once in a while we'd make eye contact across the gym and he would shoot me a bright, although noticably crooked, smile.
I love that swollen kid!
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