RJ is at a stage where he really wants to explain to us (and anyone who will listen) how things got the way they are. Ryan gave him a temporary tattoo the other day while I wasn't in the room and for the next week he said "Daddy, tat", and would point to his chest where a 3 inch wide by 5 inch long falcon and eagle fighting tattoo laid. Ugh, boys. : ) Anywho! When RJ falls down or "bonks" as well call it, he HAS to tell you how it happened and what (or who) hit him, or he hit, etc, etc, etc. So, this is the process of how he got a pretty good bonk on his forehead a while back.
"Helping" to sort laundry, alright then.
Realizing he can be silly and put mama's dress over his head.
Being a little to silly and....BONK on the side table!
Ouch!
I don't like the ice, you take it daddy.
Okay, Shooter's turn,
Alright, RJ's turn...
Not fun times and no more putting anything over your head, son! (And no more mama taking pictures while he's doing it!) hahaha!
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