My son is just like me. My mom warned me my children would be just like me and I would get my just desserts.
I broke so many things … in fact, I fractured my right wrist when I was a year or so older than him. He has a knee and head to go.
I am sooo getting back what I did to my mom and I find it very funny.
Here is the ‘hurt’ boy…
Hmmm… more as time permits… off fr lung xrays, figure out how to get the $&* straightened out with the pharmacy and our insurance on strips we need, and a playdate. I need to find a cave soon… wow… coming from an extrovert… I usually love being around people… right now I just want to hide. Anyone available to do laundry and clean my house?

Poor guy! I fractured my left wrist when I was 5; at least he gets the newfangled cast… the others are hard to work with…
I’ll clean your house if you’ll clean mine…! Not fair, I know.
Owww. How’d he do that?