A traumatic day in nursery...

I was walking around the corner, just after getting out of relief society, when I saw our cute nursery leader rushing into the bathroom, carrying Aeden whose face was covered in blood. My first instinct was to rush in and take over, but I calmed myself, and waited outside to see if he calmed down. A moment later, another one of the leaders came out of the bathroom and told me to go in with him. Sidenote: I have never seen so many sweet ladies crammed into a teeny bathroom to help one little boy. Even Grandma showed up to help!

I guess he was under the nursery room table and bumped his head somehow. He cut up the inside of his mouth pretty good. Head stuff always bleeds hard, and this was no exception. Anyways, we brought him home. He told us he wanted some "me-i-cine," to watch "Cars," and to hold Deek (his puppy Santa brought him for Christmas. Fifteen minutes later, he was asleep. Poor little man...