Chalk it up to bad luck

Well, we had our first injury on the field.

Jake tagged Brady in the grill with his baseball bat. It was all just a bad accident. Poor guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jake was freaking out, Brady was bleeding...and freaking out. Plus, we had a good friend over and his daughter started freaking out. So, that little game wrapped up pretty darn quickly.

We zoomed off to the ER and played the waiting game. Brady is a lot tougher than me and only cried when the pain got real bad. He even took a little nap. Then Ma and Poppy came up and sat with Jakey while Cindy and I took B back to get looked at. We waited some more, and some more...and then a cool doc came in and checked the B man out. Cindy and I both got ready for some screaming and crying, but then the strangest thing happened. Brady just laid back like nothing was going on. The doc checked the gash inside his lip, checked his teeth to make sure they were good and then, that was it. No stitches. Awesome. He even gave him a grape Popsicle. Tough guys like Popsicles.

So, for the next few days, Brady will be eating a lot of ice cream and other less flavorful stuff. He should be just fine. Cindy and I may need psychotherapy but, we'll be fine too. Oh and Jake..he's just relieved Brady is OK and that our stock of ice cream is about to triple.

PS. Thanks to Ma and Poppy for the post-ER wrap party at Dairy Queen. Dadgum good way to cap off a cruddy night. Thanks for being there.