Monday, November 22, 2010

I Heart My Brother

"Scott! Why is that baby crying?"

"I don't know."

"Well what did you do to make him cry?"

"I hit him in the face."


"With my water bottle." And not a soft bottle of dasani or something, this is one of those hard plastic camelback things we use.

"Why?!?! Why did you hit him?"

"Because he sat next to me."

What?!?!  Scott was buckling his seat belt in the very back of the van, Warren climbed in and sat next to him (he's supposed to sit in his car seat, in the middle row) and apparently this bothered Scott enough to slam him in the face with the FULL water bottle.  And (probably luckily, in case someone wants to report me to dcs) for some reason the camera's not capturing the fact that the entire left side of his face is a mixture of black, blue, purple, and that horrible, healing-bruise yellow, and under his eye is all swollen and pushing that bottom eyelid (is there a word for that thing?) up so that his eye is half closed.

So here's more proof that I can't even take care of the three children that I already have, yet here I sit, growing yet another member of Team Engelbrecht.

Prayers, ya'll.  Send em over.

1 comment:

  1. Glad you enjoyed the list:) and I do understand!! Funny story about your boys. Yesterday, I looked and my 23 month old nephew was sitting on my 9 month old John. Not good, not good.