War wound

Not a flattering pic cos he was lying down. But yes, this is his first battle scar from running and dashing around. Apparently, he just fell flat, splat, kerplatz while hurtling down the corridor. And there was not a wimper from him despite the blood loss - he had heard Granpa shouting him to stop running before he fell.

Grandpa - seeing his precious grandson fall - has since been going on and on about not running etc. Me? I secretly hope he won't stop running. I just hope this teaches him to run more safely. When there's no element of risk in one's life, of what joy is there left to savour? That's me. The crazy Mom who loves living on the edge. I miss the taste of danger, the adrenalin that comes from uncertainty. I miss parts of my old life.