And so it happened. Wyatt came home with some battle wounds today.
One of his classmates scratched his face up pretty good. By scratched, I mean straight up clawed his face.
No worries though. He didn't seem affected by it and by this evening you could hardly tell. Nothing a little Bactine and Neosporin can't fix!
It was bound to happen eventually. I surprisingly wasn't mad like I just knew I would be the first time something like this happened. It is what it is. I did learn that my sweet little boy likes to pull little girls' hair. His cheeks were fair game, right?
Oh, kids!
