I thought he was a toy!

It was getting to be that late part of the evening when we send the children down to the basement (their play space) to clean it up. After just a few minutes of being down there, Isaiah screams out of pain. Aaron (being the sweet husband he is and taking the initiative to keep peace in our home) runs downstairs to check out the scene. Isaiah was lying on the floor, as dramatic as ever, and Caleb is looking awfully guilty.

Aaron: What’s going on here?

Isaiah: Caleb threw a toy at my head!

Aaron: (looking incredulously at Caleb) You threw a toy at his head?

Caleb: I thought he was a toy! (He exclaims in all sincerity.)

(I am upstairs cracking up at this point.)

Apparently, Caleb was closing his eyes and aiming toys toward their designated homes and throwing them, hoping to “score”. This is probably not a wise thing to do with 5 children all running around cleaning up. Aaron explains this to him and turns to walk away. Before he even reaches the stairs, Hannah starts to cry. Aaron turns around. Once again, Caleb had closed his eyes and started walking toward a shelf with a basket of toys and had run into Hannah, who had fallen over.

I once heard that you have to tell someone something about 20 times before it actually sinks in. Or as the studies call it, “The 17th Mention”.

Yea, anyways, that was the most original excuse I had ever heard for bonking someone in the head.