Another Bo-Bo

This morning we were on our way out the door for church when Connor was running out of the garage to the truck and tripped falling on the cement. He hit his knees first, then stomach, then face hard to where you heard him hit the cement. I knew before he even came up for a breath that this wouldn't be pretty. Jayson picked him up and he had a busted lip, inside and outside, and a scraped up knee. So we took him inside and cleaned up the blood, and gave them an ice pack for his lip and of course he didn't want it or even to touch his lip, so of course it started to swell. I didn't even notice the knee until I had put him in the car seat and he kept saying bo-bo. I thought he was talking about his lip, but no, so then I went inside to get a wet cloth and a bandaid to put on his knee. So on our way to church, he continued to sob that he had a bo-bo and kept pointing at his band-aid. So we sat in the very last row of church this morning, which we never do, because I just knew we would have to take him out of church due to him crying and not feeling good after this little accident. Actually, he was the best he has been in a while in church this morning. He just sat on my lap content and every now and then would look at his band-aid and say bo-bo in a sobbing voice. I guess we are at the age where we will have bo-bos all the time and you can not prevent them from happening.
Sadly, I don't have any pictures of his bo-bo and he is napping as I type this, so you can enjoy these of him...