Irresponsible parenting

Tonight at church Elliot was playing with one of his favorite people playing one of his favorite games, hunting for the red eyed monster. Something happened and in the darkness of impending dusk Elliot's head and a pole met with some force.


Here is the sadness and the bump. And if you can't tell by the lighting and the background we are at macdonalds. The closest place I could think of to get ice. We struck a deal. If he left the ice pack on. He could have a ice cream cone.



Here is his big empathetic brother making the transaction


Here you go poor little Elliot. When blood was discovered on his ankle from where he'd fallen sebastian had to go away. So so squeamish.


I think the ice cream is making my head better mummy.
Hmmmm I think it might have been the ice.
It certainly takes the prize for the biggest egg on a forehead in our family so far.