A little glass in the ass doesn’t slow this kid down. 

Here is a picture of what I pulled out of him on Friday. It was in the garbage can, but then my Aunt Nancy said I should save it for the baby book. I don’t have a baby book, because I am a subpar mother, but I did wrap it up and store it so I can show him one day.

To review: no baby books here … but we do have bloody pieces of glass in ziplock bags. And a whole lot of pictures that look like this:

Waiting on stitches.