Boys and Their Swords

This morning before 8:30, Sam was running around playing knight or something and fell smack down on his sword. Poor little guy. He was brave and didn't let it keep him down for long. He did however catch a glimpse of his "boo-boo" in the mirror and just the sight of it brought back the tears for a moment. Isn't that always the case, you have no idea how bad you are hurt until you see blood and then it hurts a WHOLE lot more. Anyway, very glad that it wasn't more serious. Wanna keep those baby blues safe and sound.