Fat Lip

Charlie has some wicked temper tantrums, and they often last for a long, long, long time (read...hours and hours).  On this particular morning he was ticked that I had to turn off his show so we could take Kate to school...he was still crying and flailing when we got to school and he threw himself into an iron railing, breaking his fall with his face.  Blood everywhere...and I mean tons and tons of blood.  The preschool director fully expected him to be missing teeth.  I keep waiting for the school director to casually try to dissuade me from enrolling him next year--she's known him for almost 3 years now and witnessed many a tantrum while Kate has been going to school there, and she's probably bracing herself for next Fall!  Love you Buddy...