My first fat lip…

Daddy and Mommy took me to a park not too far from Aunt Antoinette’s (Daddy’s Aunt) house  in New Jersey.  While I was there (and Daddy was watching me), I fell on some steps.  The steps were metal and I hit my lip.  Daddy didn’t think I was hurt at first but when he put his thumb up to my mouth to check and saw a lot of blood he knew he would be in trouble with Grandma.

Daddy quickly had Mommy pour some of my cold water on his shirt and then he stuck it in my mouth.  I was crying and bleeding.  (Daddy’s shirt is ruined.)

Here is some of the evidence of how poorly Daddy was watching me (see the blood on my shirt and collar).  Daddy has been telling everyone that he was “watching me like a hawk”.  I don’t know where he gets that from.  I mean if he was watching me like a hawk, I wouldn’t have gotten the busted lip.

The picture really doesn’t do this story justice.  I should have taken a picture of Daddy’s shirt, then you would have gotten the idea.