I tried to take a picture of the fading black-eye that Wes is sporting, but all that I got was this adorable picture of him. But, if you look closely under his right eye you can see a hint of green. That was from the latest episode of, “The Attack Of Zoot’s Genes.”
I wasn’t there for this one, but evidently Wes did something and hit his head. That was Part One. Donnie gave him an ice pack which he held to his injury. As he was walking around our bedroom with the ice pack on injury number one, he fell and hit his eye on the corner of the table at the foot of our bed.
Yes. He injured himself while he was an icing a previous injury.
That, right there? Is proof he is my child.
Luckily, his Dad is super graceful and athletic so he’s not doomed to a life of bruised legs and embarrassing moments like I’ve been. It just periodically shows it’s head as a reminder, “Hey! Your Mom falls down a lot!”
My klutz genes are the only feature I’ve passed on to all three kids that I know of for sure. I actually think E got off the easiest as his propensity for busting his ass randomly is almost non-existent. The other two? Let’s just say that we have kid-themed ice packs in the freezer that see the light of day at least once a week.
At least the black eye did nothing to dampen Wes’s adorability. It will serve him well in his life.