Who knew the simple and sweet act of playing music for his sweet baby boy would turn into a traumatic experience??? Ben got home from work early (and by early I mean 4:55 pm during busy season!) and decided to play with Ryan. He scooped him up and put him on the bed, grabbed his guitar, and started playing. I was in the other room and I hear them being silly and then all of a sudden I hear Ben say "Oh no, oh no, you're not supposed to do that, oh no, don't get blood everywhere, don't tell mom!" That's when I rushed in there to find that Ben had scooped him up and was putting water on Ryan's foot. It turns out Ryan had kicked the guitar while Ben was playing and the guitar string poked him. He wasn't bleeding much...but still...traumatic experience for the poor boy. Now he is going to associate the guitar with pain!
Mom put a small, square bandaid on Ryan's foot. It may actually be more painful taking that off than getting his foot poked in the first place. Oh well.
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