I have made a handful of references to the size of my son’s noggin. He gets it from his father’s side of the family as there have been multiple comments from my own family and friends about my own pin-headedness. Yes, at the time, they were referring to the size of my head and not what was in it.
It would seem that ZGirl’s own head is quite magnificent in its mass as well.
Both children demonstrated this weekend that their craniums have their own individual gravitational pull with dire consequences.
While out dining this weekend, the waitress had just delivered the table’s drink order. She turned away with the empty drink tray and smacked XBoy, who was returning from the salad bar, soundly on the cheek with the edge of the tray. Of course the waitress was very apologetic and concerned even though it was neither of their faults. XBoy held back tears but I could tell he was in a lot of pain. Now, a couple days later, while there is no bruise he claims the spot is still tender to the touch. I’m just thankful it wasn’t his eye, or his nose, or thank-the-lord, his teeth.
ZGirl is working on that whole hand/eye/mouth coordination business with little success. She reached for the plastic ring that rattles from my mother, snagged it, and then… I think it would be much easier to describe what happened by what was heard:
*rattle, rattle….rattlerattlerattle, rattle*
Hard, plastic rattle? Meet soft, delicate skin of baby’s forehead.
As a result? Her first boo-boo, a bruise the size of a pencil’s eraser.
It’s only the beginning. In the picture below, XBoy had TWO.