Jackson has recently taken up the game of golf, well his version of golf at least. He gets the meat tenderizer (which has never actually been used to tenderize meat) and hits balls around the house. He was enjoying this new talent when I heard Mark yell, "No, no, do not hit Charlie." Crying ensued from both boys and I came in the room to find the fallen and wounded. Jackson because he was in trouble and Charlie because he had become the human golf ball.
The Weapon: 
The Victim:
Look at that poor head of perfectly spaced, raised, welts.
All healed and happy.

6 comments:
Poor little chuckles, it really is too bad it did not scar like that. It would have been a great conversation starter in years to come!
Oh, so sad! I guess Jackson is noticing Charlie now. That's good, right?? It's a good thing that kids are tough. We've had many an incident!
Oh that is so sad! Jackson I'm sure didn't mean to injure. All through that post I was hoping you had a wooden one like me and not a metal one like my mother. WHEW!! I'm glad he's all healed up!
Ohh sad picture of Charlie----I guess with those little dimples in his head he looks more like a golf ball. It was fun to see you and your boys this weekend and last. I can't believe how big Charlie---man we miss out on a lot living down here---I hate that!
O how sad! I can't wait for my kiddos to try something out on Libbi's head.. o yes i can wait.. Anyway i'm sure its coming! The picture of Charley in the boppy thing looks JUST like Mark! No need for the experiment blog!!
Cute pictures, your boys are adorable. I am glad Charlie is on the mend. If it makes you feel any better I think it looked like it was a pretty good drive. Watch out Tiger Woods.
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