Scar Face

On Friday, David was helping me get out the door to go to a play date. He took the boys out to get them loaded into the car, and Anders was running backwards with his hands in his coat pockets. He tripped and face-planted it on the concrete. David brings the boys back in and Anders' face is covered in dirt, and there was blood all over his bottom lip. I wiped up his face and mouth and dusted off his jacket, then we all loaded up into the car. A few minutes later his face was red, and scratched all over the place. It wasn't immediately visible under the dirt I wiped away. Poor guy. I forgot to get a picture, so this description will have to suffice for the future.