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June 21, 2007
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And look at that shiny happy smile in spite of it!
Posted by: mayberry | June 21, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Awww...poor guy. I hope he heals quickly. I've learned face ones tend to go slightly less noticed since they can't see them. My girl talks non-stop about the owies that are visible and forgets all about those she can't see.
Posted by: Andy | June 21, 2007 at 12:00 AM
And I was hoping that maybe the pacifier had broken the fall. Maybe not, poor little guy.
Posted by: Michelle | June 21, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Ow! Poor boy! He looks like the sidewalk won that particular fight.
Posted by: Suzanne | June 21, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Oh Gosh. Poor little guy.
Posted by: ShannanB | June 22, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Not a happy ending, but damn if he doesn't look all smiley. Hope the wounds heal fast!
Posted by: Binky | June 22, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Ouch! If he looks like that then what does the sidewalk look like?
Posted by: Mrs. Chicky | June 22, 2007 at 12:00 AM
Ouch!!!
Posted by: Michele | June 22, 2007 at 12:00 AM