He is an accident looking for a place to happen. And it's been one thing after another today. He jumped off the couch slipped on something in the floor and crashed head first into the moulding around the fireplace. Connor 0, Eggs 1. Then after kissing the wrong spot on his poor little concussed head we took him to a restaurant and let him and his brother run around on the benches where you are supposed to sit. It's a long story and is only half as negligent as it sounds, but it should come as no surprise that he crashed in slow motion face first onto the cold, hard, tile of the restaurant floor probably banging a table on the way down for a double whammy. Connor 0, Eggs 2. So if 2 giant eggs on his head weren't enough for one day we then encouraged him to play soccer in the backyard. All we know of incident 3 is that there was a ball involved, and a big brother. One second everyone was chasing the ball, and the next Daddy was sorting out limbs and calling a medical time out. Connor ended up with a bloody nose. Connor 0, Bad Day 3.
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