Matt joined an indoor flag football team (all together now... uh oh....). The last thing I said to him when he was leaving at 9pm was "Don't get hurt."
He woke me up at 11pm with the largest goose egg on his face, above his eyebrow.
These are his injuries 24 hours later. It's only going to get worse.
He doesn't feel bad though, he just can't see out his left eye and his depth perception is hilarious. I should throw stuff at him.
So the tally:
Matt - countless black eyes, ruptured achilles, torn ACL
Hannah - fractured wrist
Olivia - black eye
Abby - nothing, moms don't get injured.
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I think Matt needs to retire from sports...I'm kind of scared of him right now.
Your mommy sense must have known that you needed to get your 5,000 surgeries over with before you had kids...
OUCH. I'm wondering what the reactions are at work to Matt's new battle wounds? :)
Nor do mom's get sick ;)
indoor flag football. i'm praying ryan doesn't find a league in indy. it would lead to similar results.
are you sure you didn't just put him in his place?
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