That's how we started the new year. Or how Scoot did, anyway.
We encouraged Scoot to come up with a really good story, something involving ninjas or zombies or irate soccer moms. But he's a truthful boy, and the truth is that his face was in the way when his best friend did a flip on another best friend's trampoline. On New Year's Eve afternoon. Auspicious, eh?
He wore it to school on Monday, too. And then I took him to the doctor, who said he didn't need it. The swelling was down, and the bruise had mostly faded by then. I agreed. But I am pleased that my boy is willing and able to sew the occasional odd little item.
Parable of the Pit
1 week ago