…he doesn’t fall far from the tree, but he does fall.
Like Papa, he tends to go face–or chin–first. Fortunately, this was just a little tumble on a railroad tie step, but it did leave him with a nice raspberry on his chin.
Mama’s first words as I scooped 3B up, were, “Do I need to make a call?” Two minutes later, after gathering comfort in his Mama’s arms, 3B was demanding to be let down to collect sticks.
It doesn’t seem to have affected his appetite either.
This is what we were doing before this minor calamity…