Josh Potter and Digbymort

We've been saying for a while that Josh is going to break something - of himself. An arm, a leg, a tooth, something. But we say it hoping that the inevitable isn't that. But it is - and it's happened. After a brush with Digby (the Ridgeback) - 10x heavier than Josh and 3x as tall, so he never stood a chance - Josh has a Harry Potter like gash on his noggin. Digby was just being himself and his excited bolt for the sheep caused Josh to move from upright to prone in next to no time and meeting the stony farm road with a thud.

Superglue, SteriStrips, a brave mom and a fainting father later all is on the mend and he and the dog seem none the worse for wear.

I've stalled building the go-cart or introducing him to a skate board as a result. He'll cotton-on soon enough and no doubt translate his now regular instructions to me to "Go faster, Daddy" when we head up to Bumble Bee to something more like "Look Dad, no hands!" Until then we're doing puzzles and play dough and I'm toying with the idea of buying him a violin...