Just Like His Brother

Why are my boys determined to have scars on their foreheads? We were at Chili's eating dinner tonight and Nate was goofing around with Grandma. He threw his head forward in a fit of laughter and slammed his forehead right on the metal edge of the table. He started crying immediately and Chris jumped up and whisked him away. I wasn't very concerned because it didn't seem like he hit his head that hard. I figured he just needed to be calmed down a little. Then Chris came around the corner with him and I saw his forehead! Poor guy, he had the hugest blue goose egg and had even broken the skin. We quickly paid and headed home so we could assess the damage and decide if we needed to go the the ER for stitches. After getting him all cleaned up we decided that the cut didn't warrant stitches. Nate had calmed down by the time we got home and seemed no worse for the wear. Except...monkey was no where to be found. We called Chili's and sure enough, monkey had been left behind in our hurry to get out of there. Chris went back to Chili's to pick up monkey and they told him they were sorry but it looked like monkey had gotten dirty and got a little rip in his back. No...that's just monkey.