The boys got an inflatable bowling set for their birthdays. It finally made a (brief) appearance last week. Well, bowling pins resemble jousting sticks and thus ensued a whack'm tournament. And of course, it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt. And that someone is ALWAYS Nick. Every. Single. Time. He took a seam to the head and got a scratch, so I took the bowling pins away. So, then....while I was sitting on the deck steps deflating the pins, Ben comes running up, 'Mom! Mom! Nick is bleeding!' Seriously, again?! Not even 5 minutes after getting the scratch on his forehead, he fell off the rings on the swingset, nose first, got a bloody nose and bit through his lower lip. It's not a Friday unless Nick bleeds profusely from his face. I'm getting quite good at getting blood out of clothes.
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