his first kegger

OK, not really. I don't want to get hit with a bunch of comments on how I let The Boy go to a kegger and he's only 2 years old. LOL, as if I ever get any comments.... still giggling... phew! ok, I'm done.

Moving on....

Today, The Babe, The Boy, and I were outside in the front yard. We go out through the garage so that we can pull out all the bicycles, big wheels, roller skates, bubble machines, etc., that are stored in the garage on our way out. We were having a pretty good time playing with bubbles and riding bicycles down the driveway.

There are lots of things stored in the garage besides the above mentioned toys. There is a car (*sigh*, there used to be two cars...), there is a lawnmower, there are many tools of all kinds, and there are various things that we may have recently bought at Costco that don't really have a permanent home, such as bottled water and cans of beer that haven't yet been needed.

Well, The Boy walks up to me with a can of Bud Light in his hand, and he says "Daddy's beer?", and it was cute. So, I tell him yes, that's daddy's beer, but daddy usually drinks it cold. My intention was to get The Boy to put the beer down and go do something else, but looking back I can see where he may have gotten confused. The Boy takes what I say to mean that he should put that beer in the refridgerator. He tells me in his own little language that this is what he intends to do. I figure, OK, what the hell. Put the beer in the fridge. whatever.

The Boy finds this to be a very amusing game, and he comes out of the house two more times to collect another can of beer to put in the fridge for daddy. And then I hear him crying inside the house. Not just a regular cry, but really crying.

I find The Boy in the foyer, holding his head and just sobbing. He's saying "fall, fall, head" over and over. I look up and I can see the fridge is open. I walk over to find a beer can on the floor, and another perched very precariously on a shelf that I am surprised The Boy could reach. OMG! The realization hits me. A beer had fallen off that high shelf and knocked The Boy in the head!

It gets worse. He saw it coming. The welt that he has right between his eyes told me so.

Oh! my poor boy.

Although I figure it won't be the last time The Boy gets knocked between the eyes with a full can of beer. Isn't that what college is for?