Another James day
Then I noticed the hole. I called him over and very sternly asked "What's this?" to which he answered "Ouch!" and showed me his hand. Hmph. You've come to the wrong place for sympathy, kid. When I started lecturing him on how he must NOT hit things, he decided that a change of subject was the best strategy, so he gave me a flirtatious smile and said "Giggles?" (tickles) Oh well - we flopped over and I tickled him for 5 minutes or so. He used to love tickles all day long, but now he's such a big boy (11) and with all the grouchiness of approaching puberty, we haven't had that sort of fun for awhile.