"I Need New Lips. These Ones Are Broken"

Last week, Carson was being his usual rambunctious, busy, and adventurous, self, when he had a pretty good crash. Daddy had made him a tent using blankets and couch cushions. Kelly had used the baby gate as some "support." Well, Carson thought it would be fun to jump on top of the tent only to fall forward and hit his face right on the edge of the gate.



Thankfully dad was right there and quickly ran to his aid. I went to see what all the commotion was for and saw Kelly's hands full of blood. We soon discovered that all the blood was coming from his poor little bottom lip. Immediately, his lip was big and fat and he had three perfect incisions left from his top teeth. I don't know how they didn't go all the way through!

So after much screaming, he finally calmed down and let us put some ice on his mouth. All he wanted to do was sit with daddy with his ice pack. Now, he insists on having an ice pack for every little scratch!





Later that day he said to me, "Mom, I need new lips. These ones are broken."