Patrick took part in his first fist fight today. Apparently one of the kids at day camp made a move on his sister, so he decked the kid in the face. Much to his dismay, the kid was scrappy and he popped back up in time to land a good one in the kisser before Ms. Bertha could split them up.
OR, he was playing trucks, slipped and fell and cut that little skin flap that goes from your lip to your gum. Ouch.
Doctor tomorrow. Me wonders…how many times will he my boy have a fat lip in his life? Other than pouting that is.
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I have 3 boys (8, 6, 4) I’ve lost count of fat lips and black eyes, we’ve had 1 concussion, 1 broken arm and each boy has had stitches at least once and many ER visits.
Dang, that’s amazing. I know it’s only just the beginning, but I’m too squeemish to think about the rest.
I am going to send out a protective bubble for you to put him in! :)
I don’t think PJ would settle for a bubble. Too much of a brute for that.
Bears.
Did you get the other kid kicked out of day camp?
How dare he hurt my Patrick.
Boy this is different then when you were a kid and
I would ask you what you did to start it.
Love,
Gramma Jean
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