Just over the weekend, Luca had a fall which resulted in a rather big cut on his lip which also left him bleeding for awhile.
It happened at our new home when we decided to play hide and seek. Maybe I was at fault, I shouldn't have chased him but boys are boys.
They need to run. They don't know how to walk. Thus I am a bigger boy than he is and surely less clumsy.
I didn't see him fall nor did I hear a thud. I only heard him wail out loud.
Mummy realised blood gushed out from his lower lip. He probably landed on his chin and bit is lip. Ouch.
Mummy was cool. Didn't panic. And asked me to serve the rascal ice cream to soothe the pain. I wasn't sure if it'll work but Luca stopped crying at the sight of ice cream.
I have to say he is a brave little fella. I thought the cut would have caused him a loss of appetite. I was glad it didn't. He ate as if nothing happened.
His tolerance for pain is high.
That also means when I have to hit him, it'll have to be much harder.
On the same night, he cut his toe while playing with the sliding door.
I guess boys are indeed boys. Boys need scars.
Just look at me. I have just too many scars. Pimple scars that is. :)
