The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

Last weekend, Trent and Reed were playing basketball with the hoop on Reed's bedroom door. Reed was taking shots from on top of his bed. He fell and hit his forehead on the bed frame. The result was an immediate goose egg that ended up a lovely shade of green.

Last night, Reed fell down the steps and hit his head on the banister. He had another bump and a small cut-this time on the side of his head. He woke up this morning with a black (actually purple) eye. We assume it was from the same fall, but it is hard to tell with Reed.

One thing is for sure, he gets it honestly. Poor little guy.