boo-boo

So, Wiley unfortunately took a slight tumble in the parking lot while we were outside playing...on the way to get the cozy coupe so we can ride it down the grass hill. He has a half-dollar sized scrape on his knee, minimal blood, hardly any at all. He of course cried and said he needed to go to the doctor for his boo-boo. I wiped it off along with his nose, got him juice and held him while he cried. Then the darndest thing happened.

He has been laying under a blanket on the couch with juice (on his second cup, and it was milk) just playing with a little duck stuffed animal for 30 MINUTES. I went over to lay by him after going through Sunday paper and looking at coupons and ads and he asked me to go back and read.

WHAT? He isn't even talking. Just laying there and occasionally looks up to see what I'm doing. I've gotten laundry out, checked email, and now blogging.

Oh, what's that Wiley? You want to play? Spell's broken. Seeee yaa!

(he is limping around the apartment, passy in mouth, saying ouch ouch ouch. we have a drama king on our hands. the boo-boo is not bad at all)