This kid is on a falling down bender, I tell you. Pursuant to his goal of being 5 feet tall when he begins Kindergarten, he’s decided to embark upon another ridiculous growth spurt because clearly he’s not tall enough at 44 inches at age 3 1/2. Seriously, he’s 112% on height. Like I said, the boy is just silly.
Thing is, he clearly has no clue where his legs end. The poor little(ish) guy has fallen hard nearly everyday for a week or two and, at this rate, might be completely covered in scabs by the weekend. He stubbed his toe hard enough to take off all the skin on the tip, has all knees and elbows scabbed, has weird scratches everywhere, and just yesterday caught a fall with his hands so that a pebble bore into his palm.
Here he is trying to hold onto a ride while not using his hands. It didn’t work. :) I give him credit for generally getting up, demanding 75 band aids, and going back to his business. Carrying around a first aid kit is a must, of course, so I can fix him up and send him on his way.
This one here has a lot to do and no time to rest for a mere boo boo.