At playgroup I went up on the stage (where I know I should not be),
closed the curtains (again which I know I should not do)
Then started playing rough with Mitchell (again I have been told a thousand times not to do) - and this is the end result . . .
I ended up pushed into the brick wall, scarping my arm.
And being the total drama king I am, cried and cried for about 2 days and then proceeded to show everyone I met my bandaged arm (thanks to Jill the nurse - also Mitchell's mum for my very serious looking bandage - it sure did help in getting sympathy from everyone I met).
Sad, Sad, Brayden.
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