We have a little park in our neighborhood. The play equipment is surrounded by big rocks-- sitting boulders, I think they are called. Today while we were playing, Joseph fell nose first into one of the rocks. I watched him fall, and my thought was, "I hope he didn't break his nose!" But by the time I got him home to clean him up, he didn't even cry when I washed his bloody nose. So I figure it isn't broken. He does look banged up, though!
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