walking wounded

The latest casualty at the Haroldsen house...for some reason, Sean was playing around with a blanket over his head (why do boys do this??) and somehow smashed his face into our kitchen table. Mind you our kitchen table is oval in shape and has no sharp edges, so I'm really perplexed as to how this happened; he really must have plowed into it. It looked so painful for a while. This happened Friday night and I just got the idea to take pictures Sunday night, so it doesn't look as bad as it once did. The paramedic in our home concurred with the paramedics at the firehouse that Sean probably didn't need stitches, so we didn't take him to the ER. They said he'll have a lovely scar though, and chicks dig scars.