Readin' and ridin'

Evidently, it's a dangerous thing to do. After making it nearly a year unscathed, aside from a few little fingernail scratches and the time I whacked his head on the changing table, Little Man has carved a canyon (a little exaggeration never hurt) on his face. Jack was riding in the car yesterday and playing with a board book. As I was driving, he pitched a little fit; not unusual by any means when we're in the car. Well, upon arriving at our destination (Target, of course) I discover the reason for the fit. Apparrently, Jack injured himself while reading. Yes, reading. I'm not quite sure how he did it but he's got a pretty good scratch across his forehead, just in time for his birthday party this weekend. Perfect.