For Christmas, Grayson got a firetruck tha he likes to ride around on. It is so cute to watch him, and he will just zoom around the house and outside. Anyway, he was outside with David Monday afternoon, when he hit a rock (or something) and flipped over the front of his firetruck.
He cried for what seemed like forever, but he didn't have any serious injuries: just some scrapes and a fat lip. By the time he went to bed, he was back to his old self...and running into walls. :)
Honestly, we are kind of glad to get this first major boo-boo under our belt. Now we know it's going to happen and that we can handle it.
Oh, and I told everyone at school that he got in a fight. HA!
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