A Rough Day

Tonight, as we were finishing up dinner Carter was talking to Paul and said "it's been a rough day." Paul asked him to repeat what he said and he solemnly looks back and says "my day has been rough."

In his own mind it HAS been a rough 24 hours. Last night he fell off the porch while on his motorcycle and got "a real bad owie." He repeated that he had a real bad owie for the next 2 hours and apparently continued through the morning at school. Rest assured the scrape was minor and it bleed for approximately 30 seconds. Then as we walked in the door he ate it, slipping from the rain (no major injury but very upsetting to Carter). To add insult to injury, Paul had the nerve to vacuum up some sand we brought home from school via shoes. This brought Carter immediately to tears.

Carter is by far our sensitive one, "tough" is not a word I would use to describe him right now.