Little One got a new scar this week – and he is thrilled. I mentioned that his future wife will ask him to stand with his head tilted so the less scarred side of his face will be in the wedding photos. He asked “what if she is the kind of girl who likes scars on boys faces”? I told him that would raise a new worry of mine if she thought his scars were as fabulous as he thinks they are.
I’m sure many people think it is cool to have a signature scar on their face. I may have thought so too – when he had one scar. He is now up to five. One from a fall when playing a chase game as a toddler, one from an incident off a bike ramp, two from an especially hostile snowball (iceball) fight, and this latest one from the skateboard.
I’m sure boys were put on this earth to teach moms patience. Maybe I’ll send him out wrapped in bubble wrap for a few years.