We were going for a quick stroller ride and he fell out at the same time I accelerated and landed face first into the dirt road. He cried hard for about two minutes and thirty seconds and stopped...I told him he could have a popsicle. He still whimpered, poor thing. I'm sure I'm do for a great many more bigger and bolder bruises and cuts with this little outdoors man. (Please note: the buzzed hair cut is two weeks old at this point. Andrew had some down time when I left for camp.)
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