Scabface

Last night, the boys went out to play in the snow and watch the moon come out. In the dark. Not ideal conditions for little boys who fall down walking on the carpet...
Fascinated by his amazing shadow cast by the bright bright moonlight, he bent over and over and over until he fell. Face first. Onto the ice-covered driveway. Boo.

This is his first injury that didn't disappear with some nursing and a good night's sleep. I cringe internally every time I look at his poor nose. There's a bit of road rash on his forehead too.

Clearly, it bothers me a lot more than it does him.
Me and my silly mama ego, wanting to be able to protect him from every bump and bruise and then comfort him through all the ones he ends up with anyway.
I'm sure I'll have plenty more chances to get over it.