Every morning I wake up in awe of the fact that my "active" twins still have 10 fingers and 10 toes, each. Today seemed like a normal morning as we were rushing around getting ready to leave for school and work. I asked Nolan to go let the dogs in, and like a big boy always wanting to help, he ran into the den...and then there was a crash. Now, having 2 "active" boys, I am used to hearing things crash and not running into the other room to see what happened. This time I should have. Nolan came crying his bloody, literally, head off into the kitchen where I was. This is what we found to have happened to our door, I mean, his head.
After a little TLC, some glass removal, and the promise of cars gummies, he was playing and acting like a normal "active" child. Oye, vay! If this is a precursor to the rest of his childhood, I just might surround him in bubble wrap and stick him in a padded room!
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