First off, this is what we saw in front of our (or my) favorite place to eat the other day.
Carson came home from school on Monday with this:
According to this sheet, he tripped over another student. According to Carson, that "other" student tripped him on purpose. I don't know if it was Emilio, Cornilio, Angel, or whoever but Carson was not happy about it.
For a while there he was acting like he was going to lose his arm. He is a very dramatic little guy. But of course, like all little boys, he now thinks it's cool that he is going to have a scar. I blame myself for that though. In my infinite parenting wisdom I thought if I showed him a couple of big scars on my leg and say they were cool he would stop crying about his battle wound. Oh well, nothing wrong with a sweet scar.
Finally, Carson has been playing T-Ball for the last three weeks. It is a city league and is a lot like the Smart Start T-Ball he was in last year in Blairsville. I myself am not to impressed with this one though. There are way too many kids compared to the number of coaches. And there are some kids that are just out there. I could go on for quite a while about what I've seen from some of these kids, like one little kid eating grass and another one hitting the coach and throwing his glove at her, but I wont..... :) Here are a couple of pics of our stud ball player. (sorry they aren't that great; took them with the cell phone). And no, he is not wearing a dress out there! It was the smallest shirt size they had.