Little J*s Shiner

So this is the worst thing to post on your blog because it does scream abuse, but here is the truth. I was in the kitchen and J* was playing in the front room with his "drucks". I could hear him zooming back and forth and all of a sudden I heard this blood curdling, heart wrenching thump. His dad was upstairs and came running when he heard the thump! He didn't start crying so I peered around the doorway and found him laying listlessly on the floor holding his eye. My heart sank to my toes so fast when I realized he had zoomed smack dab into my hardwood side table. Then the tears came and it started swelling. Then I cried. He kept saying, "Table did it". Last week it was, "Grandma did it". That is a funny story too. Poor, bruised little boy. He is as clumsy as K*a. He doesn't cry a whole lot unless it hurts. I felt it last night and it was still pretty swollen, but the bruising is getting more green instead of purple. I hope it is gone by SUNDAY!