shiner.

Two days in a row. I'm on a roll.

My son got in his very first fight. With the coffee table. And I think the coffee table won.


Of course, the fight occurred on a Sunday. It always seems to happen that way, huh? We rushed him straight to the emergency after hours pediatrician's office. I admit, I was freaking out a little. P acted very quiet and reserved on the ride to the doctor. I swore he had a concussion. Turns out, he was just upset that he lost the fight. He's a typical guy. His pride was hurt more than his noggin'.

He doesn't look too upset about the incident in these pictures, does he? His new jumper from Granny and Grandpa makes everything all better.


You should see his eye today. It really looks like he comes from an abusive home. It's black and yellow and still kinda purple in spots. It's real pretty. I'm sure this won't be the last black eye for P. At least this one was from the coffee table and not some punk kid at school.