Today the playground was dangerous for none of the usual reasons (equipment long banned in the USA, broken bottles, wild older kids who don't care about knocking a 3 year old off the aforementioned deathtrap equipment) ....
Zoltan as usual tripped over his own feet and face planted into the ground, which has morphed from snow to a million tiny knifelike shards of ice. I actually wiped a drop of blood off his face. Photos to follow.
How excited are we that daddy comes home today?
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