Jacob is getting pretty tall for his 2.5 years. As a matter of fact, his head is almost, but not quite, at my waist. This is important for only one reason: he likes to run around and crash into people forehead first. Of course, I’m the one getting crashed into….
And I guess you could only understand if you’re a male. Here comes your happy son, running around in a circle with his arms out like he’s an airplane. Run, run, run. He turns and approaches you. You hold your arms out wide to hug him, and SMACK!
He’s okay; you’re doubled over in pain. This would be funny if it weren’t the SECOND time it’s happened today….