Mr. Joey crashed his face today in the entryway. Blood and everything. I think he thought he was dying, but he's really just banged up. I think his front teeth are toast, considering they are not exactly where they were. If the surrounding gums don't look ok by Monday we'll be heading to a dentist. His nose is all swollen and was pouring blood. If it's broken, his handsome good looks will turn into rugged good looks.
My poor baby. We got him all cleaned up and now he's holding ice to his face and sitting by his daddy.
Of course, Bam-Bam has to reach out and squeeze Joey's nose after he saw me gently touching it asking if it hurt. Bam-Bam? Boozer!