By kenny friedman on Sunday, March 25, 2012
In some industries at the the last century 48 hours without an injury was probably pretty good.
That seems like a fact, probably is a fact, but I have no idea if it is... But it probably is. That doesn't really matter though.
The deal is Staci was gone for the weekend it is was a bachelor weekend for me and the kid... And we had an awesome time. Lots of park time, tricycle rides and some general boy stuff (doing things we shouldn't do).
And then on Sunday night I called my sister to see if she'd want to Skype with MF... The call went like this; "Do you want to Skype? Oh shit he just jumped off the couch and split his lip. Lots of blood. Call you back."
Split lips always seem worse than they are... Lots of blood, little damage.
So I got a cold pack on his lip and we were back in action... As I was getting him water he grabbed my phone from my pocket, ran to the couch and jumped off.
Bam... Eye to the edge of our glass table.
It was only 48 hours into our boys weekend... Some damage done but a lot of fun too.
And he earned a badge (he'd have earned two if I could make a split lip one that didn't look gross, too womanish or just plain wonky).
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