Ian took a header off his chair yesterday - right into the corner of the wall. Fat lip. Bloody nose. Scrape from nostril to chin. Looks great...
Dougie left some of his pants and knee on the asphalt when coming home from the park today. Ouch!
Not to escape physically unscathed, Ian helped by throwing a die-cast school bus RIGHT AT ME. He was trying to keep it away from Carter, so he did the only obvious thing. He hucked it with all his might. Right. At. My. Face. It was, in fact, Carter's bus...
My upper lip is now adorned with The Wheels on the Bus... They did NOT go round and round...
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