Dot writes: this is what Frank looked like earlier this evening:
By his eye: Sunday. He fell over and whacked himself on the base of his Stokke chair.
Nose: this morning. He fell over in the street, either on the way to school or the way back. Hugh told me about it so I’m not clear on all of the details, but apparently “he got blood.”
Upper lip: same incident.
Chin: these marks are not cuts or grazes, just the remains of his dinner.
He is a tough little soul. I asked him if he was sore and he replied “I better now.” I’m just hoping he doesn’t continue to collect injuries at this rate or someone will come and arrest us.