Faker

Spencer was running around the house and tripped on something. He skinned his toe. He bled. We have a strict "no band-aid unless you're bleeding" policy in this house. He was pretty tickled that he got an actual band-aid since they are a rarity.

We fixed him up in the bathroom. Then he started walking down the hallway- pressure on his heel, bracing his body weight with the wall. I asked him if he needed a cane or perhaps a motorized wheelchair. What a big faker.