All of a sudden, I heard something knock. Not a knock at the door, but I could tell something (or someone) fell. No one cried or said, "ow". I called Logan into my computer room and asked what happened. Here's the conversation:
Logan: "I hurt my leg."
Me: "How did you hurt your leg?"
Logan: "Ok, I was on your coffee table."
(The coffee table is glass!)
Me: "You were on my coffee table? Why were you on my coffee table?"
Logan: "I was getting off. I wanted to cross over."
Me: "You know better...." "Let me see your leg."
There was a long cut on the back of his leg. (I am so lucky he didn't break the table, because this could have been 10 times worse! I have no idea what cut his leg.) I cleaned it up, and since it was starting to swell, I gave him an ice pack.
About an hour later, I noticed he was starting to limp. I am sure there is going to be a nice bruise tomorrow, but if he's still limping, we'll have to take a trip to the doctor.
*I'll update with pictures tomorrow.
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