Trauma

One day last week we had our grandsons in for the evening. Liam was having a wonderful time being a boy and running around....and around. As boys sometimes do, when they are running, he fell and bumped into the edge of a chair. There were howls of pain and plenty of blood. Being the neat and tidy child that he is, he did not let the copious amounts of blood run on the floor or his clothes, but like a gentleman, he swallowed it in vampire like fashion.

The cut was inside his lip and the swelling started. He was somewhat consoled watching me take photos of him and showing him his 'fat lip'.

In no time at all, he was returning to normal, but it was still bothering him.

Then his big brother Nathan came along, the big brother who is his favourite person, who can make all things right, who is like a mom and dad all wrapped up in one package, and all was right with the world again, as you can see by the big smile.