The thud I heard was not an old pumpkin being kicked off the front porch. No sir-ee-bob.
It was my sweet son's head hitting the sidewalk.
Poor boy. He picked a fight with the pavement and lost.
From his lip to above is left eye...he took a little beating...and of course, like any other boy, he wanted to go right back outside.
Accidents happen...you can't prevent everything...but that certainly doesn't keep you from feeling terrible when they arise.
And why? Why oh why do these things happen when it's time for pictures!?!?
I can either photoshop out the booboos or let them shine. A sign of the times, if you will.
I'll give it some thought...