Me and Mike!
My poor poor son. Last night on a mission to get some more milk, he stepped upon the step stool, tipped it over and bumped his nose. It got so swollen so quickly we thought he broke it, so off to Kaiser Mike and LB went. It was 8:15 at night. His bed time. Turns out it isn't broke, just bruised. Thank GOD! He does look like he's been boxing. I believe Grandpa D took boxing lessons in his youth. Maybe LB will do the same?
And not to be left out, a picture of my sleeping princess!