Outside stopped raining. Itâ€™s been raining for almost two weeks. We walked around and checked several small boutiques and a DVD store. At the playground Akiva wanted to play on a slide, but there was a puddle at the bottom of slider. He still wanted. I thought I could catch him before his going into the puddle. He was sliding down so fast I couldnâ€™t catch him. Instead he jumped into the puddle from his butt. His pants got wet. I took his pant off. His dawn jacket covered till his knees. I thought he wouldnâ€™t be cold. On the way back, some grandma told her granddaughter â€œLook at the boy. How could he walk around with no pants in this cold weather?â€. Some guy said to me,â€Why donâ€™t you let your son to wear pants?â€. Usually I get annoyed by these localâ€™s comments. However I had a wine and was in a good mood. I was smiling at them. Akiva and I hold our hands together and walked with a skip.
When we got our apartment complex, I let him walk on the small fence. At the end, Akiva wanted to jump off. I held his hands. He jumped. One of my hands slid off. Akiva fell down from his face. His lip started bleeding. He cried. I felt terrible.
Next day I check his cut. His front tooth was chipped off. I felt really terrible. In addition, I had really bad hung over. I no longer go out with kids when I am tipsy. I wonâ€™t drink Chinese cheap wine any more.