Isaiah and Braxton both take turns as to who gets to get the mail each day. Today was Isaiah's and he was traveling down our driveway a little too fast and fell. He got a few scrapes including the small area of skin underneath his nose. He proceeded to tell me that he needed a band aid on it. I told him that he didn't and the next thing that I noticed was he was putting his own on. He left it this way for a few hours. Half way through dinner he decided that he just couldn't breathe. I couldn't help myself from laughing at him. He had to tell me a few times to stop laughing.
