boys boys boys

This morning I sent the boys outside for 5 minutes so I could load up the diaper bag and get their stuff ready for the sitter. Blake comes back in crying.. with a bloody nose.
As it turns out Cole dumped him out of the wagon and he landed flat on his face. He has road rash on his forehead, nose and chin.. plus the bloody nose. When I picked him up, he still had a few specks of rocks on his head.

You see, Cole was pulling him up an incline in the driveway, then let go of the wagon causing the wagon to fly back down the hill and (I'm assuming) spinning out causing Blake to fall out.

The kicker: When Cole came in all innocent like, he told me Blake fell off the Gator. I said "were you driving" and he said yes. Then I asked why he didn't have his arm around him so he wouldn't fall out he said he didn't know. Then I said "why were you on the gator? I saw you with the wagon" and he's like "oh, yeah Blake fell out of the wagon"

Little shit tried to lie about it!

I know.. I should laugh.. ;)

And you know the ironic thing about today. I almost put the "I do all my own stunts" shirt on Blake this morning but then opted for a short sleeve Earth Day shirt instead.

boys boys boys.

The face he's making is because he's got food in his mouth... Food.. scratch that, candy is his crutch.