Furniture -1, B3- 0

Somehow, the furniture always wins, especially when it's a little boy's head against a wooden magazine rack.  He missed the bean bag, his target, when he leaped off of the ottoman.  Instead, he introduced his forehead to his Daddy's high school wood shop magazine rack masterpiece. His dad, still at work at 6 pm on a Friday night after a late conference call, gets a text that simply says, "Head wound 911 call me!"  I must say that was remarkably effective.

The sister shrugged; denying any responsibility.  "He was just following me, but I was sliding off of the ottoman.  I didn't tell him to jump..."  I'm fairly certain that blame was still placed squarely on her shoulders. 

It was a fitting end to a long week, especially since we had family pictures to take about 14 hours after the bleeding stopped.  I wondered (still am, actually) if he needed a stitch or two, but his Dad said no.  Besides, he says scars just add character.  I'm hoping we're done with character adding for quite a while. 

Two days later; this is the "cheese!" face.  I hope he didn't make this face in all of our pictures on Saturday...