Garett got a paper cut. He actually didn't notice it until I asked where all the blood had come from that was on his bedskirt, quilt and sheets (it just had to get on the bedskirt, right?). So, he sees that he has a paper cut and starts crying. Not a little cry- a full on cry. The first thing he says is, "Does it need a cast?" I tell him maybe a band-aid will do. He calms down after a while and tells me this, "Mom, don't call it a boo-boo anymore, okay? Only baby's call it a boo-boo. It is a hurtie."
