Today, Primo and Spark were playing outside. It's Spring break, and they'd been inside on screens all day. I sent them out at 5pm, telling them to play until Daddy got home. He usually arrives at 6.
When one son is twice as large as the other and they like to play with sticks, the little one often ends up with a scrape or whacked knuckles. Today was different. There was chasing, shouting, a strongly pushed swing, and then blood and tears.
Primo needs physical exercise and release every day. Unfortunately, he doesn't have any peers to goof and roughhouse with.
Spark's nose has a neat 90-degree cut, and his right eye and cheek will tell their own tale soon. Thank goodness for my Girl Scout first aid courses.