Tonight we were playing outside and Max was running in his baseball cleats - and he fell and skinned his knee. When I heard the screams I came running (my heart stopped!)...and found that he had a very little scrape on his knee with a tiny bit of blood.
He would not let me touch it, clean it off, or put a band-aide on it - and was sobbing uncontrollably. In his most tortured voice he cried "I won't ever be able to run again!"
O my, how dramatic! We ended up like this:Being a rough little guy with skinned up knees is hard work:( He's now fast asleep, tucked in tight...I'm just savoring these little moments where mommy is the only one who can comfort him, because I know they will be over too soon!