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tongue. Life is good for a bruised up Master Blackwell.
In the midst of his flailing, his hand came close to my face and one of his fingernails got me. (Before you suggest it, I’ll interject to say that boy’s nails were trimmed — he’s not some sharp-nailed feral jumping from tree to tree in search of his prey.)
In all candor, I owe the boy another big thanks. Once again, he's got me considering the consequences of the heretofore unconsidered.
Another lesson, particularly for dads like me who rough house with their kids: you get what you give.
Not that there is anything wrong with this. Playtime is fun, frequently fast and almost always punctuated with laughter. Bruises, scratches and tears are a small price to pay for the laughs.
The fact that my co-workers might think I'm the victim of domestic abuse is more than worth it.