My kids play HARD.

I'm really surprised I haven't had to take them to the hospital for play-related injuries. Seriously. Sadie's injuries are a little less intense than the boys' injuries. I think it's because she's the biggest bully of them all. Last night, Dylan came running into the bathroom while I was bathing Micah, screaming that Sadie had poked both of his eyeballs with her fingers. She is vicious. I put her in time out for the rest of the evening. Eye-gouging is unacceptable. "We must not embrace violence." What movie is that from? Ten points.

So here are Sadie's very small play-related injuries. A little scratch in the middle of her forehead, next to a smudge of ketchup:

That same scratch thing:

A scratch above her right eyebrow:

Dylan - bruise on his cheek:

And this one is from school - a bump on the noggin:

He said a kid jumped off the big toy at school and landed on him, and his forehead whammed against the cement. Sweet.

My poor little Micah has even received some injuries:

Apparently, the three of them were jumping on the bed, and Micah ricocheted off Dylan and into a nearby dresser. I was pretty mad.

Dylan's school has this entire week off, and it has been a nightmare. He is so intensely overwhelming. He reminds me of the Tazmanian Devil from Looney Toons. Just a tornado, going from room to room, shouting, yelling, running into people and hurting them, and creating enormous messes. In the summer, it's not so bad, because I can send him outside. I feel guilty sending him outside when it's 25 degrees. It's been a looooooooong week. And it's only Tuesday. I just wish he would calm down. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll get sick. :)