A couple days ago Ben was testing out the playground equipment at the preschool he’s going to start attending this fall. I wasn’t there to witness it, but Sara assures me that he did a beautiful back flip before his faceplant into the wood chips. I guess he was pretty shaken up after the fall, but not nearly as much as he was once he got a look at his face in the mirror.
Of course, I’m frightened every day when I look in the mirror, but no child should have to go through that kind of trauma. It’s a good thing that even with the scrape Ben’s face doesn’t look nearly as bad as mine does on its best day.