The Dangers of Being a Boy

One of Max's favorite pastimes lately is playing catch with his dad. He's very good at it, and never shies away from a throw. Last night, we realized this isn't always a good thing. I was inside and heard his cries. He came running in to me with his hands over his face. It was already starting to swell.

(This is about 5 minutes after it happened.)

His biggest concern was whether or not he could stay home from school. It's first grade, so I figured he'd be ok to miss a day.

( Here's how it looks this morning. )

Now he's home and he has sworn off playing catch. I think that'll last about as long as the black eye.