When we were little mom used to tell us boom stories. These involve the listener to sit on the story teller's lap and when the story involves a fall the story teller moves his/her knees so that the listener falls. Zoe thought this was great fun and was laughing like crazy. And then one of the falls resulted in her eye making contact with my thumb joint. And now she has a black eye. Although these photos don't really show it. The good news is she only cried for about 30 seconds and then wanted another "boom story"
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Nice job, Mom! Did I ever injury you when I told the boom stories? Tell Zoe to wear the black eye with pride!
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