My poor baby!

Oh, my poor little Brig! Today we were getting ready to go for ice cream after Bridger & Brielle's soccer game. As we were walking to the car, one of my kid's friend's was carrying Brig, & she stepped into a TRENCH that Tony & Bridger had been digging (it's a long story WHY they were digging a trench... so we'll just leave it at that~) and they both FELL straight onto the hard driveway! Brig's head was bleeding like no other (you know head wounds... they are scary cause they bleed like a siv!) & this poor little gal thought it was her fault. Plus her ankle got hurt pretty bad when she fell in the trench, so she was crying, Brig was crying, & I wanted to join them both out of panic! We ran inside the house, and Tony had just left about 2 minutes earlier to go to the hills to get firewood for the winter. Kenna called him in a crying panic, telling him that Brig's head was bleeding all over. I'm at the kitchen sink trying to get a cold cloth onto his head & see how bad it really was. This sweet little friend was sobbing & apologizing over & over. Tony comes BARRELING into the driveway & I just hand Brig over to him. (Once he gets the truck stopped...) There was blood drips all across the kitchen tile, the driveway, & down my clothes. It looked pretty dang gross. Brig is such a little toughy, though, 'cause as soon as we got him cleaned up, he just sat there, excited that I was going to give him MOTRIN! ("Yummy orange Motrin! I LOVE orange Motrin!") Ya'all should be glad I don't have access to my own computer & can't load any pics on this, cause you probably would've seen the trail of blood thru my house & my poor baby's disgusting head! Count your blessings. I know I already counted mine!