Where’d you get that?

C managed to acquire his first shiner over the weekend. It wasn’t anything as glamorous as defending himself or the family against bullies, and not a result of disregarding authority one too many times. Just from running around the kitchen and cutting too hard with slippery socks, which unfortunately, resulted in a face plant.

Not that he’s any stranger to bruises, as any parents (especially of boys) can attest to. They’re just usually confined to his arms and legs. I just like to think that it means he’s staying nice and active. Nobody ever got bruises sitting on the couch.