Tuesday, September 1, 2009

My son, the Boxer

And not the Wrigley-dog kind. The fighting kind, because have you seen this poor kids face lately?

He seems to be taking it all in stride, actually. After the "train track incident" I thought his poor face would be spared from additional mishappenings, but then he had an unfortuante face meet staircase banister encounter, followed by a forhead to train table confrontation. Poor kid needs a helmet. There is a Christmas Gift idea for you.

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