He had a bad day.
Yesterday Fern took Ben, who loves to ride his bike just like a bmx'er, for a little bike ride. I was going out an hour later, and he said they'd be back by then.
I think they were gone 5 minutes, when I see Fern riding his bike with one hand, holding Ben's bike with the other - and Ben walking with a slump like his dog just died.
This is what he looked like. I guess the puddle was deeper than it looked, and down he went face first into the mud puddle :(
He said, "Mom, I am having a bad day."
This was after Fern wiped his face.
