I hate missing my kids’ activities, as all us moms do. Sunday was one of those days when I had committed to helping my Bible study group cook and serve a meal at church but had to miss Boy #1’s baseball scrimmage to do so.
After serving the meal, I called Husband to see how the scrimmage had gone. This is what I learned:
Boy #1 had been hit in the head with a baseball not one, but two times.
Then Boy #2 had slipped on the playground equipment and hit his mouth, splitting his lip open and giving himself one giant fat lip. Poor baby.
Of course, the one game I missed.