Horrible Nuts

Last night we had our church home group. The boys especially love this because Jack and Leo are there. (Two boys just old enough to be exceptionally cool and yet still young enough to play with them.) The plan is that the children will play downstairs for an hour while the adults meet upstairs. It doesn't always work out that way.

You won't be surprised to know that Livia had to go potty while I was upstairs. Owen came up to quietly tell me, "Livia needs you NOW." Awhile later one of the bigger boys came up to say, "Owen's bleeding." (He cut his toes on an exercise bike, but was fine.) When group ended and we prepared to leave I had to deal with two crying boys, each wanting to go outside and neither having permission to do so. When I finally did have everything packed up and had Livia leading me out the door, I saw that Braden was holding Owen (who was crying) outside. I got the story when we were on the way home.

Apparently, Owen had been walking UP the hill in front of our friends' house (which is a REALLY big, steep hill) when one of the bigger boys had come running DOWN the hill, knocking him flat on his back.

"Oh, Owen!" I said. "I'm so sorry! It must have hurt to have been knocked down."

"No." said Owen. "That wasn't what hurt. It was the HORRIBLE NUTS."

I was confused for a minute, until he and Braden explained. He would have been fine, tough as he is, except that when he fell his head landed on an ACORN.