Oweee

"It hurts me."

Yes, he's suffering from a busted lip.  He was trying to pop one of those clear plastic air pouches used as box filler by jumping on it.  And he successfully jumped three times before the thing slide under his movement.  Though I reached for him and caught his arm, it was not soon enough to stop his mouth from colliding with the edge of Chi's skate. 

I suppose it could have been worse.  He could have hit the hard tile floor.  He's a tough guy, letting out one quick whimper before proclaiming sadly "It hurts me," as a slow trickle of blood escaped his mouth and tears cascaded down his cheeks.

Chi blamed herself [the skate was hers] and disappeared to sulk in her room. 

It happens... he's okay... and soon enough the busted lip will be nothing more than a photographic memory.