Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Crash...again





They say you get the kind of kids that you were.


Well, if that is true, Zane is my kid.

The kids were outside playing in the Landcuiser, while I was cooking. I here Emilee scream "Zane is bleeding!" Honestly, I was not alarmed. The kid is always bleeding. Until, I see Jim caring the kid in the house and the blood coming between his little fingers.

No worries, nothing a cold wash cloth, Dad's butterflying skills, and a kiss from Mom can't heal.
By the way this is what happens when you get out of the Landcuiser and fall flat on your face on to concert.

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