It's never good to get a call from daycare. Especially when you're child has been sick the weekend previous...so when my cell phone rang at work, of course I thought he was sick. Angie was calling to inform me that Matthew had a wreck and now had a black eye. Evidentally a pretty bad wreck. If he would listen and stop running when he's told, this wouldn't happen, but he is all boy. He feel and landed right on a toy. You can see the imprint of the toy. A cold compress and 30 minutes of whining later he calmed down and now laughs if you ask him if he has a black eye...almost like he's proud of it. Only a boy would act like that.
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