Poor Baby

Last Sunday we were walking to church, pushing Corin in the stroller. About halfway there he began to fuss and cry. I didn't see anything wrong with him, so we kept going. He kept crying and screeching. I kept telling him he was fine. 

As I went to get him out of the stroller, I noticed his thumb had gotten pinched in the joint where the stroller collapses. It was really swollen, and the outer skin layers were broken through. Oops. He was not in a happy mood until much later.