To know my son, is to love my son. He's all boy. I mean, all boy. Tuesday afternoon when I picked him up at school, he was in trouble. I could tell by the look on his face that he was in trouble. Little Man had climbed on top of the play kitchen in order to mess with the TV.
Wednesday afternoon I got a call from the director. She wanted to know if P had hurt his ear at home. No, he hadn't. Well he apparently did a darn good job hurting it at school. He was running after his "girlfriend" when he tripped and fell. His ear hit the side of the table. We are really lucky it wasn't his head because his ear is black and blue and swollen. It looks much better today, but he still resembles someone from the circus freak show.
At least we didn't wind up at the hospital this time.
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