Daddy was taking the trash out to the curb on Wednesday morning, and I followed him out the door. Only I stepped my foot down off the step kind of funny and ended up doing a face plant on the concrete! My nose and forehead were bleeding and they attracted all kinds of attention. Boy oh boy did that hurt!
Word to the wise: don't try that one at home.
Then Mom gave me some yummy bread for lunch and went into the other room. She accidentally left the bag of bread where I could reach it if I leaned over really far, and I got it. When she came back, she saw that I had taken a few bites out of every piece of the bread and then thrown them all over the kitchen.
Life is hard when you're almost a year and a half old.