My owie

This morning, after Mommy and Daddy pushed me in the stroller while they ran, we went to the grocery store. There was a lot of yummy fruit there for us to eat. I had a lot of watermelon. It didn't taste like water. It didn't look like water either. It was very tasty though. I ate the red part. I ate the green part. While walking back to the car, I decided that my watermelon needed a break so I put it down on the ground. I also needed a break so I sat on the ground. Mommy didn't like that. She picked up my watermelon and took it away from me. I was very upset because I was not finished eating it. She said something about the fruit being dirty. "Waaahhhh!!" I let Mommy and Daddy know that I was not happy. Daddy told me to get up and walk. I didn't want to. I wasn't finished protesting.

Daddy tried to get me on my feet, but I fell. This red stuff started gushing from my lips. It tasted like salty metal. The red stuff got all over my face, my jacket, and my hands. I screamed. Mommy and Daddy didn't seem concerned about the watermelon anymore and they rushed over to help me. We went to a cafe where a nice man got a box with bandages, gauze, wipes, and a bunch of other neat looking things that I would have liked to play with if I were feeling better. The nice man helped clean me up. Mommy, Daddy and I thanked him and we were on our way home.

When we got home, I took a warm bubble bath. I washed my face. I splashed in the water. I felt a lot better. Mommy put some gooey gel stuff on my owies on my lips and on my chin. I put on jammies and lounged around. I would post a picture of my boo-boos but Daddy said something about not wanting to chronicle injuries. I have no idea what that means.