Little J went on with his week, enjoying the bounteous amounts of fruit in the house. (he even experienced his first watermelon overload tummy ache, I swear he at a quarter of that thing)
Well, the sad ending to the story is that J now has a nice scar on his lip to remind his mother to be more careful in the kitchen.
Other people probably cant see it as well as I can, it makes me sad, but I guess boys like scars, right? (in this picture he is sad because I not only took away his milk so that I could get a picture of his lip, but I was also blocking his view of "Little Einsteins", talk about child abuse!)
So that is the sad story of J, and his scar.