His nose.

Isaiah really banged up his nose Saturday night.  Poor guy.  And how did he do it?  Falling off a bike?  No.  Getting sucker punched by his sister?  No.

About 1:30 in the morning I heard a big thump.  I ran upstairs to find Isaiah had fallen out of bed.  He was wimpering a bit but he climbed right back into bed, settled down and was out.

It wasn't until he came downstairs the next morning that I saw his nose.  Whoa!  His bedding didn't have any blood on it so it seems as if he suffered rug burn.  Poor guy.

I think the worst of it all was having to put up with all the comments at church Sunday morning.  Ha!