After we both calmed down (and after our groceries were delivered), I called Daddy who is in SF on a business trip. He checked out the photo and said you'd be fine too. PHEW! That was a scary accident. Sophia and I were ready to take you to the hospital for some stitches.

You just wanted to be comforted with Uglydoll (who is now a bit blood-stained), a sippy cup of milk, and some peanut butter. After a few bites of peanut butter, you stopped crying and were ready for bed. I gave you some Tylenol and then you were off to sleep. Poor Caden.
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