Grant was swinging - well, sort of. You know the kind where you lay on the swing on your tummy and swing back and forth? Well, that's what he was doing for a short while before he completely flipped over the swing and landed face first on the ground beneath him. He wasn't happy, and by the time he made it over to me, his nose was bleeding and all we heard for the rest of the day (and several days after) was that his nose was "broke." He needed his daddy to fix it! Grandpa thought this was hilarious as he was the one who originally planted that idea in his mind. What a character.
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