Little bear came back from nursery with me in an independent mood. He was not holding handies, he was walking along with his hands in his (rather trendy and big boy) jacket pockets, he was a big boy, he wasn't going to hold hands so there.
I think any mother reading this can guess what happened next. Little bear tripped and landed with a colossal thud. Right on his face.
At first I really was panicking, but there was no blood and quite a bit of crossness, so I managed to coax him home and gave him some fruit and cuddles. Tonight he also had some baby nurofen. Because he looks exactly like a battered child with this huge bruise over one eye and his legs look like he is systematically beaten.
It was not helped that he was exhausted before this happened and then we had one of the biggest thunderstorms this summer with what was almost a flash flood. Little bear was not happy - we wouldn't let him play out in rain heavier than a hosepipe stream.
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