Karsten chomped on his lip while jumping on the neighbor's trampoline yesterday (apparently after a little push from his brother knocked him to the edge). He cried for about 45 solid minutes and insisted I put a bandaid on it. That obviously didn't work out too well, but there was no use trying to convince him of that. When you are three bandaids can fix everything.
Today his impressively pouty fat lower lip is one that teenage girls everywhere might envy.
