Hearts and Spoons

The little dude leapt out the front door Friday morning and then tripped and smashed his nose on the top step while simultaneously bruising his forehead on the railing. Later that day he fell up or off (it's unclear) the slide at school and busted up his chin. There were no other major injuries this weekend, so that's a relief.

Anyway, tonight at dinner the little guy said "Daddy has a heart and Mommy has a heart." Neither one of us knew what brought that on, but we agreed that we do indeed have hearts. Then he smiled and said "I have a spoon!" That's when we realized that he'd said we had forks, not hearts. Right.