Last night I was wrestling with Grady. I had him in the classic starting position, with him on his hands and knees slightly to the right and under me. I reached under his torso to grab his right arm with my left hand, and at the same time, he pulled up quickly. His head SMASHED into the lower portion of my right eye socket. It took all of my willpower not to scream and curse. I just pushed on it as hard as I could and walked downstairs to get some ice.
It swelled and swelled, much to the delight of Grady. "Your face is getting puffy! You look like a bug, ha ha hah!"
Ah, the joys of fatherhood. Pain, willpower and laughter. That about sums it up.
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