How to turn 6 in style

Last week on this very day, the children and I rode our bikes to a nearby park to meet up with some friends. It was an "early release" day at school, so the park was crawling with wildly happy kids. #2 and I started throwing the football back and forth and it wasn't long before all the boys in the vicinity gravitated to us and wanted in on the football action.

This is exactly the type of situation #2 thrives in. Lots of boys, lots of energy, new friends and some sort of ball. It was #2's idea to take it to the next level. "Hey! Come and wrestle me!" He caught a ball and took off running, shrieking with laughter.

The boys were tackling each other now and loving it. They were rolling in dirt and grass, wrestling the ball away from each other, laughing.

I think you know where this is going.


Straight to the orthopedist.






The Doctor asked, "What happened buddy?"

"Playing football and I got my finger stepped on."

"How old are you?"

"Five."

Looking over his glasses, he scanned #2 up and down, sizing him up, "How have you not been in here yet?"





#2 is a big, active boy who likes to play hard (and is often clumsy). It's a miracle he's kept his bones intact for five whole years.






As if a broken bone weren't enough action for this boy, here is another milestone #2 crossed this past week:



Ripped the bloody tooth from his gums with one hand. The other had pushing me away, not wanting any help.



If you looked up the definition of "six year old boy" in the dictionary here is the picture you'll find:




Happy Birthday Buster!