OOoooohhh, That’s Gonna Leave a Mark!

So, the boys were rough-housing, isn’t that how all my posts should start? Christian tossed Jackson backwards over the couch intending for him to do a flip onto the cushions. Something went wrong and Jackson went tumbling face first into the coffee table. I picked him up and there was a big white mark along his cheek which I thought was a cut. Somehow he had managed to hit his back, too. I was mentally preparing myself for the emergency room trip we were about to take, but when I looked closer I realized it was just the mark that the table left and the skin wasn’t broken. There were a few tears and plenty of hugs, an I’m sorry, an ice pack and eventually some smiles. Christian told him not to worry about his bruises, they made him look tough. He spent the next half hour inspecting them with pride in the bathroom mirror.