we were having lunch at the mall this afternoon when chet took his worst fall yet.
and i feel like a rotten mom because it was kind of my fault.
you see, i hate public highchairs.
i wouldn't be caught dead in one of those things. obviously, because i wouldn't fit. but also because i find them rather icky.
even if i wipe them to death, i still fell like chet is getting contaminated with something nasty when he sits in one.
so, at lunch today, i decided that chet would be just fine sitting in a normal chair.
but he refused to sit.
so he stood.
and then he fell.
we honestly hadn't been sitting for 10 seconds and chet hit the floor. and a few other things on the way down.
there was so much blood.
i swear it was coming from like 50 different places on chet's head.
i am so grateful that matt was there because i didn't handle the situation very well:
pam "i don't know what to do"
matt "get me some wipes".
pam "i don't know what to do".
matt "just pass me some wipes".
pam "i don't know what to do".
matt "pam, wipes!"
pam "ok".
chet survived.
we took him right over to see my sister, who is a nurse, and turns out all he needed was a popsicle.
but i hope he never gets hurt again :(
