He might be better staying away.
Last night, the boy and I were play wrestling (no, not code) and well both of us underestimated my new found strength and I sent us flying off the bed into the night table. I spent the next 45 minutes calming him down, popping his shoulder back in, and pondering if there was a hospital trip upcoming. I left him all iced up and propped up in bed. He has a dr's appt later today.
On top of all my other issues, now I need to come with a warning label.
*sigh*
BroadwayBoobs: I'll give all of you who weren't there a hint of who took the pictures ...it rhymes with shameless
SOMMS: I knew it was Tink!