I went to pick up the kids from daycare on Monday and was met with very concerned faces when I walked into Ryan's room. "Look at his face, mom. We tried to call you."
So I scan the crowd of little people, looking for my little person and locked eyes with the brown-eyed blondie who belongs to me. Right below those big brown eyes? A nice, blue-toned bump.
As they tell it, he was playing with a toy on wheels, standing behind it, pushing it around the room. At one point, he starts charging the wall, full steam ahead and rams right into it, kicking the toy up and smacking him right in the face.
If it wasn't such a nasty welt, I'd probably laugh. But I did feel slightly sorry for Rye. I mean, he's a boy. And not just anatomically...we're talking full-on boy. He's loud, rambunctious, full of energy. He's rough and tough and wants to play sports "with the big guys." He likes to smoosh bugs (or eat them), jump off couches and, apparently, run at top speeds into walls. He can't help it. It's innate boy behavior.
The good news that day? He stayed dry. So in addition to going home and proudly showing off his shiner, he got to indulge in an all-day-dry treat: a root beer lollipop. Which, by the way, is such a boy flavor.
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