The muppets were having an evening of backslides and nosedives down their new slide. Circle around, climb up the stairs â€“ drive the spinning steering wheel a bit and head back down the slide. (Sometimes they break to bust a block tower.)
Destroy decided to get wild and crazy. He wiggled up to the starting gate, plopped his bottom down and shoved off â€“ feet first. I think it was the cotton footie pajamas that enhanced his speed. Little man shot down the slide; his feet reached the floor, followed by his knees. His upper body continued over the lower portion, and with an unsettling SMACK, his nose activated Newtonâ€™s first law of motion.
Destroy was no longer in motion.
There was a pause followed by a wail. I scooped him up, ready to cuddle and dote on my wounded little bird. But thirty seconds later, Destroy was distracted by the slideâ€™s stairs, which beckoned to him.
Thatâ€™s when I noticed the blood.
It was our very first bloody nose. (Iâ€™m pretty sure this counts as a BoyMom milestone. My Jackets baseball shirt now bears blood stains I will undoubtedly add to.) And he was completely unfazed by the situation. â€œLet go of me! Get that confounded paper towel away from me! Iâ€™ve got toys to play with and mischief to manage!â€
Apparently Casanova has figured out that chicks dig the tough guys. Iâ€™ll admit â€“ Iâ€™m smitten.