If the taste of concrete and a trip to the ER wasn't enough, my son decided to celebrate baseball's opening day by taking a bat to the head care of his bat wielding sister.
It was a complete accident....she took a swing when she had no idea he was standing beside her. Fortunately, it was kind of an indirect hit, leaving hims with a small, grape of a bump on his eyebrow; nevertheless, three truths are apparent:
1) My little man is a bruiser.
2) Raising little boys is a lot different than raising little girls.
3) DYFS may be knocking on my door any day now.
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