The sister shrugged; denying any responsibility. "He was just following me, but I was sliding off of the ottoman. I didn't tell him to jump..." I'm fairly certain that blame was still placed squarely on her shoulders.
It was a fitting end to a long week, especially since we had family pictures to take about 14 hours after the bleeding stopped. I wondered (still am, actually) if he needed a stitch or two, but his Dad said no. Besides, he says scars just add character. I'm hoping we're done with character adding for quite a while.
|Two days later; this is the "cheese!" face. I hope he didn't make this face in all of our pictures on Saturday...|