It’s all fun and games until Mommy gets two black eyes …


Baby Boy and I were playing just now, and I was tossing him in the air and catching him. I fumbled one of my “catchings” and his forehead smashed into my nose. He was unhurt (and laughing).

I had to run into the kitchen — still holding him — cupping my nose, because I was positive I was going to spurt bleed all over the carpet. No blood. Just lots of pain.

So then I held a half-empty bag of frozen hashbrowns on my throbbing nose … until Baby Boy snatched the bag from me and chewed on a corner.

These are the days of our lives.

So what do you think?

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