....when you play baseball with Mom in the house.
We were just playing a friendly little game of ball and I hit the ball a little to hard and it smacked Dylan right in the mouth. He was so sad. And I felt horrible.
Poor guy. Sorry buddy.
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awww, poor guy. We've hit Ethan quite a few times in the face with a frisbee.
Friendly, eh?! The poor kid is still reeling from thinking his singing time teacher is trying to spread a horrible disease where you get spots! My dad is a counselor if he needs it later on! :) Yeah, Makayla has also found herself a victim of mom's terrible (or terrific) batting aim.
I love that you posted this, not the mushy we are perfect stuff most blogs are filled with! Next time invite Heath!
and didn't you give my daughter a black eye too? :)
Awwww, poor lil guy - no worries, it happens!
And Jana, I want to know whose blogs you are reading filled with mushy perfect stuff!?!? LOL
I just like the fact that u took a picture of him crying...
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