Bruised Face, Broken Tooth

Yesterday, Coda and Justin were playing catch out front. Now, Coda can really throw that ball. Multiple times during baseball season we hear, "that kid really has an arm!" Well, Gracie went outside with the boys. She wasn't out there five minutes before I hear screaming and Justin coming through the door with Gracie. A ball got away from Coda right after Dad said, "Don't hit your sister."

As if a lot of blood, a nasty bruise, a cracked tooth and a two hour dentist appointment wasn't enough for my little girl, she'll have to be sedated and the tooth extracted next month.

And poor Coda. He said "shit" and school and the teacher had to call me. Of course, I knew he felt bad enough that we didn't need to punish him, but I did giggle a little when we talked to him about it. He felt so bad he just started crying, I told him if he felt bad about it and was sorry for doing it that was good enough to me. (He usually doesn't just swear. They were in spelling stations, so I wonder if he just accidentally spelled/pronounced what he saw. Either way, his conscience did enough of the discipline.) But then to hurt his sister...I think it was a bad day for both my kids.