Last week just before I picked Bugaboo up from school he tripped outside and skinned his face along a fence pole. When I arrived seconds later he was dripping in blood, his nose was swollen (and bleeding) and he was crying (of course). We cleaned him up as best we could and got the bleeding to stop before we headed home. By the time we got into the car Bugaboo’s tears had dried and he was happily chatting to me from the back seat about his day. He amazes me some days like here and here. If it had been Sugar Plum she would have cried about this for hours – days even. But Bug, he just moves on to the next fun thing. My heart, however, aches every time I see his poor little face.