Yesterday, Forrest was minding his own business when a desk attacked him. He got quite the poke on his forehead, and Uncle Joe was quick enough to bring him to us before he had really started crying.
As with most head wounds, there was the grotesque amount of blood, making it difficult to tell where and how big the actually wound was. But once we found it, we realized it was tiny enough to forgo stitches. So instead there is a big band aid, which Forrest doesn't care for too much.
All in all he is doing well, though last night it caught up with him, and today he has been awful grouchy. Check out the nice band aid!
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