Yep, that's a black eye all right.
My first one ever, thanks to my dear son, Chase.
In his defense, it wasn't all his fault...
You see, we have this golf ball that hangs from the ceiling in the garage so that I know how far to pull my car in.
I had pulled the car out and the kids and I were dinking around in the garage
when Chase asked me to pick him up so that he could whack the golf ball.
Not really thinking about it, I picked him up and as he reared his arm back to hit the ball,
I thought to myself,
this is a really bad idea.
And sure enough,
he hit the ball with all his might and it swung around and smacked me square in the eye.
I dropped to my knees and immediately began sobbing,
sure that I would never see out of my left eye again.
Wow, it hurt.
The poor kid felt so bad that he was crying and apologizing profusely.
But like I said earlier, it wasn't really his fault.
The blame for that one pretty much rests on my shoulders.
Duh.
You see, we have this golf ball that hangs from the ceiling in the garage so that I know how far to pull my car in.
I had pulled the car out and the kids and I were dinking around in the garage
when Chase asked me to pick him up so that he could whack the golf ball.
Not really thinking about it, I picked him up and as he reared his arm back to hit the ball,
I thought to myself,
this is a really bad idea.
And sure enough,
he hit the ball with all his might and it swung around and smacked me square in the eye.
I dropped to my knees and immediately began sobbing,
sure that I would never see out of my left eye again.
Wow, it hurt.
The poor kid felt so bad that he was crying and apologizing profusely.
But like I said earlier, it wasn't really his fault.
The blame for that one pretty much rests on my shoulders.
Duh.
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