Wes fell into a door at the library. Poor guy. I took him in to see if he needed stitches. The doctor was trying to pinching around the cut to see if it needed stitches or even could be stitched. Wes was so sweet and patient. He moved the doctor's hand to his cheek and told him to pinch there instead of his eye.
I always to thought it was cool when I got a black eye as a kid. Now that I am a mom I don't think black eyes are so cool.
Pretending to be sad for his black eye picture.
But really he didn't stay sad long. He was too busy playing.
The girl needed her picture, too.
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