Nutella and a bloody nose

Evan had the day off work today, so while I worked this afternoon he had Graesen.  He decided to give Graesen a little nutella on a graham cracker:

 Um, can someone please tell me who took my chubby baby with the big, fat belly and replaced him with a skinny, muscly toddler?

Tonight Graesen was doing a little rough housing with Evan.  When I say rough housing, I mean Evan was laying on the ground and Graesen was climbing all over him.  Graesen was walking on Evan and lost his balance.  He fell face first onto the floor.  Poor boy had a blood nose and a little bit of a fat lip.  I think he bit his tongue to, because he kept sticking his fingers in his mouth and saying something that sounded a little bit like "tongue."  After all the crying (this kid rarely cries when he gets hurt, so I know this one really hurt) he crashed.