Why would one feel the need to remove the handles from his jump rope and then stick the handle on his ring finger? Edward must be a distant relative of Sir George Mallory, because the answer, apparently is, "Because it was there." This isn't even the first time he's stuck his finger into a hard-molded plastic thing that we then had to attempt to remove with scissors to avoid a trip to the ER. At least this time he didn't freak out Grandma and Grandpa in the process. No more jump rope handles.
On the upside, it was nice enough today for our first al fresco dining of the season. Looks like we might need a bigger table and chairs. Also on the hunt for a bigger bike for Edward. Ah, spring!