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| It's a tough life |
Here we are at Culture Fair, with our last third grader parade float.
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| Roz's table had Germany, Germany and Switzerland. And Keller ;) |
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| Eating German pretzels from the kid next door |
Then soccer practice was fun, as you can see from Harrison's bloody shirt. A teammate accidentally kicked a ball into Harrison's face and his nose started bleeding. "Tell your mom that someone made you mad and you went all Mike Tyson on him and bit off his ear," one of his teammates said. Yummy.
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| Soccer kills |
And what was I doing while my child was bleeding all over the soccer field (and his shirt)? I was sitting blissfully in the car, listening to Dennis Miller on the radio and cross stitching. It's weird to have my kid be that old and autonomous - he gets hurt and bleeds everywhere and I'm completely oblivious until he comes back to the car and shows me his shirt. He told me that immediately after his nosebleed, he scored a goal with his head. Way to bounce back, my boy.
Driving home, we noticed quite a plethora of cop car lights down at the bottom of our hill, close to our house - never a happy sight. It turned out to be someone else's car accident. Hubby and I arrived home about the same time and immediately took off down the block to inspect the damage. The road was completely taped off with caution tape, which Hubby says usually means that someone died in the accident. They knocked out a couple of power poles driving eastbound. Hope they're OK.