Jack was curled up in my lap last night and I was watching TV (Hopkins, so gonna be my new favorite summer show) and petting Jack.
me: Hey! did Jack hit his head on something today?
boy: oh yeah, while you were getting your hair cut he was playing and pouncing in the tall grass. He pounced into a tree.
boy: umm, yeah – he had to step back for a couple of seconds… I laughed.
Jack’s got a knuckle-sized knot on the crown of his head. He must of pounced full force into the tree. But I’m glad his adolesence hasn’t kept him from playing like a puppy.