Pity Party, Table for One!

Last night as I was leaving work, I slipped and skinned my knee.  I pretty much thought I was going to pass out and all I could think was Autum, get up and make it to your car because if you pass out in the parking lot someone is going to run over you.  So I hobble over to my car and get in and look down at my knee to my horror not only did I skin my knew, but I also created a beautiful knee skinned hole in my FAVORITE black pants!  This is probably more tragic than the actual skinned knee.  That will heal, I will never be able to replace these pants.  I have tried for many years to find them again or at least find a replacement, but to no avail.
So on the way home from work as my knee is throbbing and I was ticked about my pants I started my pity party.  When I got home I cracked open a box of girl scout cookies and preceded to consume them at a rapid rate.  This made me feel a bit better and helped as I had to pick asphalt out of my knee.  Skinned knees are for the birds, they stink, your knee gets soar and it hurts to walk, thankfully the majority of my skinned knees happened when I was a little kid, I just don't remember them being so painful (granted it could be because I have passed the young person category and moved onto middle aged??). 
So as I am sitting there eating my cookies I see this little bugger come to the door

He came in and sat on the couch with me and asked me if I had a boo-boo on my knee, gave me a big hug, a kiss and a hard nose (hard noses are a big deal in our family currently, this is when Xavier comes up to give you an Eskimo kiss, but opens his eyes real wide and pushes his nose on your nose hard).  How can I continue my pity party after that?  Couldn't, I just gave up feeling bad for myself.  Then Xavier pulled up his pants leg and showed me his skinned knee and told me his boo-boo hurt too.

So in love with my little guy!