I took my first bad fall.
Ivan and I were sitting in the red wagon, and Mommy pulled us around. Everything was fine until she turned her back for just a second to talk to the neighbor over the fence. Daddy was there, too, and Ivan was right next to me. Anyway, I tried to crawl over the railing to Mommy, and when she turned back she was just in time to see my dive face first onto the concrete.
She made a really scary high pitched noise. My mouth hurt, a lot. I started yelling, and then the blood started in my mouth. Mommy was busy saying "oh god" but Daddy took me upstairs, and they both helped me feel better. Ivan started being weird and having tantrums about everything, and being bad. I think he was worried about me.
This is a picture of the next morning. My face was all scraped up, and we thought I had a loose tooth or torn frenulum or something but the doctor said I'm fine. I don't think they're going to let me go in the little wagon again anytime soon.
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