There's been a little drama in the Junior household. Yesterday, the Big Fella managed to run face first into a tree, and a jagged branch has cut a three inch gash down the front of his face.
He's got a bump on the head, a big black eye and he's going to have a scar. But it could have been worse - less than half an inch to the left and he'd have poked his eye out.
I told his Grandma what happened, she wasn't very sympathetic: "He ran into a tree? Tell him he's an eejit!"
I already did. Bless him.