I won. You should have seen the other guy. Or at least that's what I wish I could say. The story behind the face isn't quite as exciting. You see, Mommy and I were walking back from the park. It was cold. Mommy encouraged me to put my hands in my pockets. "It'll keep your hands warm," she says. And while my hands were toasty warm in my pockets, my face broke my fall as I ran to catch up with Mommy and Grant. That's right, toasty hands, bloody face. Next time I'll choose cold hands.
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