I accept full responsible for this debacle. I patched the poor kid, kissing his boo-boos and applied the finest Hello Kitty!, Pokemon and Teenage Ninja Turtle bandaids money could buy. I was tossed between letting his skinned elbows and knees get infected - but I was pitying the poor feller (he seemed so cute 'n all).

I was hopeful my concillitory treatment of the Fark would translate into a better person. I was wrong and for that I deeply apologize to the other members of this community...

Going forward - I promise to do my due diligence to kick the little munchkin in the keester with my size 10 steel toes, like a field goal kicker attempting a 50 yarder...