Is That A Golf Ball?

Friday we took the kids to a make-up soccer class on our way out of town to camp with our friends (Yeah, yeah... I KNOW you want to hear about the trip...). About 5 minutes into the class, I looked out and noticed that Big A was crying and realized that he and another boy had collided and bumped heads. I didn't think much of it and was quite impressed with the coach's ability to calm Big A and get him right back into the class.

A few minutes later the coach excused the kids to get water. Big A came over and I immediately noticed a third eye golf ball sized (well... half a golf ball) lump/bruise in the middle of his forehead. I guess he'd done more damage than we'd realized! A few other parents commented on the lump and one grandma called her daughter to bring ice back with her. In the meantime, much to Big A's chagrin, we held B's iced americano with SIX (not two) splendas on his forehead.

Knowing that Big A wasn't going to participate anymore as by this time he'd developed quite a headache, and because Little A wanted nothing to do with her class since B and I were both involved with watching Big A, we decided to leave and just hit the road (AFTER calling the doctor of course... If you'd have seen the knot, you'd have done the same thing...).

What? You didn't see the golf ball? This picture doesn't do it justice, but here it is...

He still has a nice bump and bruise on his head, but it's looking MUCH better (and he doesn't even wince when you touch it!). All's well that ends well.