I think I remember saying something like "Logan, get off the squeeze chute!" In fact, I think I remember hearing something akin to that phrase come out of his dad's mouth, too, but that selective hearing must have blocked the sound of our voices because a certain little six-year-old boy/monkey child obviously didn't hear either of us when he climbed up on the side, pushed a handle up (just to see what would happen), and failed to move his face out of the way when it popped back and smacked just under his right eye.
|Day 2, just getting black.<>>>|
So why am I tired? Basketball, that's why. Nope, I don't play anymore, but Austin does. I love basketball and I'm so happy that Austin enjoys playing, but 4 games in 6 days is a little much....at least for mom!