IT finally happened!

Momma always said it would. You know, you're jumping on the bed & she says your gonna either A) break your neck or B) break your head....right?

My son, as always, was jumping on my bed, but he doesn't just jump, he climbs on the wrought iron headboard & 'canon balls' onto my bed.

We have this conversation EVERY day:
son: look mom, canon baaaallll!
me: STOP jumping on my bed!
son: but watch, I can do it...canoooon baaaall
me: I said STOP jumping on my bed.

SO today once again, as mom warned a gazillion times, he jumped & this time he MISSED his target & landed on his head on the floor! HE was crying & I was rolling on the floor laughing my head off! I couldn't help it.

This reminds me of the time the same child tried to swing on my bath robe hanging on the back of the closet door. He grabbed a hold & jumped from the bed, thinking it would swing him around, instead the hook broke & he landed flat on his back w/ the air knocked out of him. Again, I couldn't help but laugh!

And the same child also tries to be responsible: after his birthday party, where he was wearing flip-flops all day, we were getting ready to go to church & I find him in the bathroom, sitting on the sink, w/ one leg IN the water filled sink. I ask him what he is doing & he tells me he is washing his feet-------------> WITH a TOOTHBRUSH!

I ask him WHY is he using a toothbrush & he replies: because I couldn't find the scrubber. (like duh! mom!)

Then my only concern was: who's toothbrush is it? Well, it's his of course....oh ok!