Mama's got a big 'ole shiner today. Thanks to my sweet, innocent two-year old son.
Remind me to sign him up for Little League someday.
As we prepared for Charlie's nap ritual yesterday, I plopped myself on his bed while he went to his bookshelf in search of a book. He selected his book of choice and began to crawl up on the bed.
In a split second, with the flick of his wrist, Charlie managed to send his book hurling directly to my face. Kinda like a frisbee, I think, but truthfully it happened so fast that I didn't even see it coming.
At the first point of impact, I thought he actually took out my right eye. Seriously. I ran to the bathroom to survey the damage and realized that I might have lost an eye had that book landed 1/4" higher.
Thank you, Jesus, and my angel(s) who intervened!
Now I'm left with a big, purple puffy eye despite my greatest efforts with ice packs, cold cucumber slices, chilled tea bags and ibuprofen. Make-up can't even cover this mess.
Thankfully, I am receiving lots of kisses for my "boo boo." I plan to milk this one.
Oh...and if you see me out and about, please spare me the jokes about being beaten by my man, because it was actually my very little man who I was beaten by!