We were in the kitchen when I saw Mason slip and fall. It wasn't a bad fall, so I wasn't worried when he started to cry. But, then he started to SCREAM! I ran over to him and he had blood running down his face, dripping on his shirt. I don't do well with injuries so I called Jes to come in from the yard to help me clean him up and see if he needed stitches. Luckily he didn't. He had the hugest fat lip I have ever seen, a big gash on his chin and his gums by his front teeth were all torn up.
Poor guy!
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