This morning I was playing on the stone steps that lead up to the garage. Mommy was keeping an eye on me from the back doorway. Suddenly, she saw my head disappear, and when she got to me, I was on my back at the bottom of the stairs. I had fallen down. Scraped up my nose and my arms a little bit on the way down, but broke my fall so I wouldn't bump my head. I cried for a little while, but Mommy and Daddy helped me brush it off. They cleaned out my scrapes and I was good to go. I don't think I want to fall like that again any time soon; but if I do, at least I know that I can get over it pretty quickly.
The first picture is of me the day of the incident. The second picture was taken the next morning. Mommy says I heal pretty fast. By the weekend, she thinks I won't even have a scab anymore.