Atti is obsessed, seriously, obsessed, with this toy he got for his birthday last year. From the time he wakes up until the time we finally pry him off of it for bed, all he wants to do is play on his turtle toy, jumping, singing along to the songs it plays, and drooling all over the handle.
The other day he got bouncing so hard he flipped the whole thing forward and landed directly on his face. He started screaming, Bear and I were freaking out that he was hurt or that he be scarred for life. We cleaned up the blood from his lip and he still wouldn’t calm down. Snuggles, singing, nothing would stop him from screaming. Finally we made out one word through the tears.
“Turtle?”
He was just mad he wasn’t back on the thing.
A little bashed in face and bloody lip isn’t going to slow this guy down, he’s got turtle’s to ride.