I heard Sammy telling a crying Owen the other day, "Owen, that's what boxing is all about. You kick someone in the face and then they heal." I love it when he acts like the authority on everything, especially since he's 19 months younger. Meanwhile, Owen suffered a bloody lip from this "boxing." But of course, as boys will do, they were back at it within a few minutes. They tell me they have to practice boxing or they won't get any better at it.
Chris and I deserve this. When we were first married we lived in an apartment at the end of a dead end street. On our way to and from the apartment, we always had to pass this house on the corner and almost every time there were 3 boys on the front lawn beating the hell out of each other. Both of us thought this was the coolest thing ever! Who would have thought that 8 years later we would be able to see this on a daily basis in our own home? Fantastic! God really does have a sense of humor!