This boy falls down a lot. A lot, a lot.
And even when he’s not falling down, he runs into things.
He bounces off the coffee table, and glances the corner of a wall as he runs by…
He trips when he jumps off of steps, and how does someone manage to fall so perfectly as to give themselves a rug burn on their chin?!
He always has a bump or a bruise on his forehead, and his little shins are bruised. Is this what I can expect of life with a boy?
This boy… he may be the death of me.
Welcome to the world of boys! Blessings