Johnny's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

Silly putty in the hair and an extreme haircut, all before breakfast. Friday didn't start out to be Johnny's best day, and it didn't end up that way either. Soon after his haircut and bath, he tripped over the drawers that John was installing in our computer nook and skinned up his ankle. Then later that evening, after we thought all was well, we decided to have an evening swim and a picnic at the pool with Grandma Ackerman. Wouldn't you know it, Johnny tripped on the cement and skinned the left side of his newly shaved head pretty badly, His left hand and his left shin. He cried for a long time and earned a wagon ride home for that one. Luckily they had a first Aid kit at the pool, so we were able to put some bandaids on the gushers. As we were looking him over that night, John said that he looked like a traumatized cancer patient. We asked Johnny how he felt the next morning, and he said "I'm okay with it now." but everytime he remembered the bandaid on his shin he started limping again.