Yesterday, Iain got his first "ouchie report."
Someone bit him.
No, really. They were unable to identify the culprit (policy forbids it, which I think is fine), but I confirmed that Iain did not provoke the incident. Charles wants to know if Iain whacked the biter, but I failed to ask about that.
In any event, he has a lovely ring on his forearm, barely visible. The really sad part, I think, is that in his moment of need his best girl was away (she's traveling to be with Grandma on Thanksgiving). So poor Iain had to cadge sympathy from Donna, Meghan, me, his father, and his grandparents. Poor Iain.
1 comment:
poor little guy!
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