The other night while Skyping with Grandma & Grandpa Chief he was diving on the couch. I told him he needed to stop. His response, "Don't say me not to jump. Just say me to keep jumping." It sounds so backwards to me, but it obviously makes complete sense to him!
Of course my main reason for asking him to stop jumping/diving on the couch was because I could just see him flipping off and breaking an arm or landing on his head, etc. etc. I am not an overly cautious mom, but come on....that is just asking for an accident....or a broken couch too!
Well, while I was at the store yesterday and while Brian was in the kitchen, Connor managed to somehow scrape his face on the fireplace. I guess he could have just kept jumping on the couch. When I got home, Brian told me to go see Connor in our bed. He was holding a frozen fish (plastic) to his head (sort of) and drinking juice. (A drink has always made his ow-ees go away....that or it just plugs his mouth so it is tougher to cry!)
Here is a picture I just took with my phone. It looks a lot better today actually. Or course it was fun to explain at preschool today. His classmate, Shane put his hand on the glass of their fireplace and has 2nd degree burns, so this looks pretty mild.
