I got to day care to pick up Biscuit this afternoon and saw red marks and a scratch on his face. I guess the teacher saw my face, so she quickly explained that Biscuit had a run-in on the playground.
"A run-in?" I asked. "With who?"
"Thin air," she said. "He was booking it across the playground when all of a sudden his feet shot right out from under him."
I asked her what happened next. I could tell by his face that it couldn't have felt good when he fell.
"He surprised me," she said. "He didn't cry at all. He just jumped up, pointed his finger to the ground and yelled, 'No, no, no!' He yelled at the ground. I couldn't help but laugh."
His face looks kinda pitiful, but I couldn't help but laugh at him, too.
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