Greg, Erin, Car and Quincey

Sometimes older brothers do naughty things...

This morning we were going through our things, and Carson found his fishing pole. He played with it all morning without incident... Happy as a clam.

I knew it couldn't last forever. :)

I went to the bathroom, and then I heard the crying. When I got into the room, Greg (who is working from home) showed me the welt. I wasn't sure what had happened since Carson was still up in time out. But Quin was wailing, "Tarson hit me wit pishing pole!"

When I called him down, Car sadly told me that he had hit Quin with the fishing pole because she had tried to take it away from him. We showed him the huge welt, and he showed his saddest face... (The kid is good at appearing sympathetic to get out of trouble)

I couldn't really figure out how the fishing pole had made such a welt until a few minutes later when Greg said "uh, er? Quin has a fishy shaped welt."

oh, I get it now...
(The fish was tied to the end of the line)





Poor girl...

At least she got a cool war wound.