So I really DO consider myself a "Hands On" kinda mom, but this one takes the cake. A few nights ago we were all out playing football. Abby did the usual pile drive take down on Karson, and would NOT get up. Karson, being the good "we don't hit girls, or dad will deal with you" boy that he is was yelling for me to help. So I launched the football at Abby (aiming for her tummy, like that is any justification) when all of a sudden I hear a blood curdling scream from Karson. I hit him square in the eyeball with the football. NICE. That Sunday my loving son took great pride in telling everyone that his mom through a football at him, and then Monday, I went to my weekly volunteer time in Karson's class, and one of the boys says something like "I want my eye to look like Karson's", his teacher then says, "You will need to talk to Karson's mom about that one."
Needless to say, my parenting through football days are over. Her are a couple of pics of my handy work.
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