There are all kinds of wild things to live with in my house. Mostly our kids.
One of our wild things had a major wipe out on his bike over the weekend and I’ve spent $50, YES FIFTY DOLLARS, on bandaging stuff so far! Elbow, rib cage, hip, thigh, knee, but gratefully not his head! (It can’t take any damage other than what it was born with 😉
NOW he is looking really very strange:
What is a mother to do? I told him and told him to quit eating so much.
Oh wait, there’s more to the story:
Yes, that was our dog under his shirt. He’s lucky she didn’t claw up his owees or give him more!
Right here she just got done saying, “that was fun, but man, how about a shower?!”
Yup. The wild things live at my house.