Ouch!

We went out to eat the other night with a friend. I forewarned her that is really is not much fun to go out to eat with my lively children. I don't mind it, but for those who are not used to little ones around, it can be a little unnerving.

Adult conversation is replaced by, "stop it, sit down, EAT, don't touch eachother, and hurry, get some extra napkins!" Things were just starting to get a little out of hand when I heard Creighton on his way back to the table bawling his head off. He was running (like I told him not to) and had ran right into a table. I thought his shiner would be a little worse, but it's not too bad. So the night ended with a cut across his nose, a swollen/purple eye and a sad little boy.

Dinner anyone?