poor boy

So poor Noah stepped on a nail today =(

Jerry was installing the storm window to our bedroom and he happened to break the old one as he pulled it out. Well, it was more like it was shattered. As he was cleaning up the shards from the ground, bare foot Noah came running around the corner of the house to see what Grampa was up to. I was sitting right there and said he better go and get his shoes on. As he turned around to go put his shoes on, he either stepped on a nail leftover from the roofer or the glass.

He freaked out b/c of the blood, but he controlled his tears so well when I took him inside. What a big boy. And he learned a valuable lesson the hard way - wear shoes outside.