Those Harrod Boys

This morning we loaded up the car (very early) and drove to Rising Sun so Daddy could preach at Uncle John’s church. The boys did very good there; Jonathan especially liked children’s church because they had two remote controls in the room.

On our way home we were sriving toward some dark clouds, so we decided to stop for lunch at Hometown Pizza. We were only in long enough to get seated when the thunder and lightning started. Jonathan was so scared that he laid on Daddy’s lap with his hands over his ears.

Disclaimer: The following paragraph describes an injury, don’t read if you’re squeemish (no fainting, Nana!) 

This evening Daddy and Jonathan were playing outside. Daddy went to pick up a frisbee when he heard Jonathan tumble down the deck stairs. He had both hands full and was trying to open the gate and just slipped. He had a bloody mouth, so we ran inside for Mommy’s help. After rinsing his mouth out, we could see that he’d bit his upper lip pretty good, but everything else (praise Jesus!) was fine. He sat on the couch with an ice cube and washcloth for about 45 minutes and was “fine,” except for a fat lip!

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