I didn't do it this time!

Monday night at Luke's practice, the largest boy on the team hit a rocket which bounced on a clump of grass (I hate playing on fields with splotchy grass!) and one-hopped right into Luke's eye. When I heard him start crying, I got nervous, but then he had that cry that also has a "I'm hurt and mad about it" component and I knew he would be OK.

The highlight, however, was us talking about it on the way home and me saying: "You know what this means, don't you?" and him replying: "Your going to take a picture and blog about it, aren't you?" I love this boy!

Here's the result...