Last week while in Gtown I took the little boys on walks every day. I couldn't get out while they were asleep but after we dropped off lP we went and found a walk. One day we were walking the trail near the amazing park downtown and the boys were riding in the wagon. B and L were touching the wheels with their fingers and I told them to stop. A few seconds later B cried out. His hand got run over and he yanked it out, tearing the nail most the way off.
This sweet picture was taken before the incident. He pulled L in the wagon a long way and was very self satisfied and exhausted.
Later while visiting the museum he told me that he was glad he pulled it out because he thought that if he hadn't he probably would have had his whole fore arm ripped off. That would have been worse.
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