Mister's horrible, no good, very bad day.

Jackson has a penchant for getting hurt lately. Today we went to the park and he fell 5 feet from the playground onto his face. He cried for a second then asked for help getting his fruit snacks out of the package. A few minutes later he fell down a set of cement stairs and got a good goose egg on his forehead. He cried a little harder this time but seemed to be ok. Then he picked up something that must have been glass and sliced two fingers. He really cried after that one. Finally his little friend Gwen came and lifted his shirt and bit him on the shoulder and drew blood. This time he really lost it. We went home and he slept 4.5 hours! Poor little buddy.