It's all fun and games until somebody gets poked in the eye....

If you've met my little guy, you know he has a knack (dare I say, a super power) for injuring himself.  I mean, seriously, we've taken him to the E.R. eight times, he's had five broken bones (yes, I'm crafty so I did make him a mobile out of his casts for his bedroom), and he has a collection of family x-rays and family toenails that have fallen off (yes, we know this is a tad weird).

So, when the little guy ran into my bedroom this afternoon saying, "Mom, I hit myself in the eye," I was completely unfazed.


Me:  "OK, show me."


The kiddo lowered his glasses and, sure 'nuf, he had quite a bruise.


Me:  "Alright, I'll bite...how'd it happen?"

Little guy:  "I was doing a chin up on the pull up bar and I hit my face."


Gotta admire his mad skills!

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