Boys will be boys

We were cooking last night, when Connor fell off of the bench beside the stove. He was holding a can of cercent rolls, since he was helping cook, and grazed his mouth on the counter.

Me, being a dad and paramedic, scooped him up and sat on the couch with him. Because he was holding his mouth, I asked for some ice. He cried "NO ICE, NO ICE", and took his hand away from his mouth. Thankfully, there were no broken teeth, no cuts, no anything.

He then informed his mother that he dropped the can of crescent rolls.

After he calmed down, he managed to pick himself up, and played. After a while, he climbed back up on the bench, and promptly fell again. This time, he came up stunned, but not crying.

He can no longer help us cook.