So as a mom of little boys. . . I'm still trying to grasp the idea of "wrestling is fun." "Nobody will get hurt." "They're just playing." I've finally got a little more relaxed at letting the boys roll around on each other while they laugh & giggle & tickle each other.
So I knew as soon as I got "comfortable" with letting them do it, something would happen. In the middle of a tickle war, Craiger managed to full on kick Bladen in the face by accident. Bladen cried pretty hard, but I didn't seen any marks or swelling so I just let it be. I sent them off to bed like normal.
The next morning I woke up to this poor little face:
At least he's still beyond adorable. . . even with a black eye. Poor kid.