What a trooper

So we're out running around the driveway like we always do, and he trips and skins his knees. Poor kid. So I take him inside, still crying, and put some Bactine on them, which makes him cry more and louder, and then, after putting band-aids on, he says, "wet's going outside and run around some more" in his poor, pathetic little I'm-hurt-voice. But we do go outside, and run around some more. And he says, "I was careful this time!"

Another thing he wants for Christmas is pictures of him and his sister together, like the ones we got done last year. I asked Amanda about this, and she said a big fat maybe. Why deprive your son of that??? Ugh.