Wounded

Briggs has discovered the thrill of riding down the cross street and slewing into Old State Ten on his scooter. Last Sunday he wiped out. He drug the scooter into the yard and then started crying and limped inside. We cleaned him up easily enough: nothing but a couple of scrapes. But they hurt, and he really, Really, REALLY wanted bandages to make them stop hurting. (He's had a bandage fetish for years.) But I told him "no," that the wounds need to be able to breathe, and that bandages would not take away the pain. He was thoroughly ragged out by the whole experience and by 715PM, this was him. Please notice how the elbow and knee are positioned so that they won't get "re-injured!"