Seriously.  Don’t do it. NOT IN THE HOUSE. Pleasee.

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BOYS.  Why do they do it anyway? Why?  I’ll tell you why.  Because they can’t help themselves.  They need to throw a ball.  Inside or out.  And if no one is watching who can get mad/tell on them, well, they just might need to throw that ball.  Just once.

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This is what happened with my 11 year old, Jeremy.  I sent him upstairs to do his back exercises, from his physiotherapist…What he did instead of squeezing the exercise ball (spiderman bouncy ball, actually) was to throw it up in the air while lying on his back.

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When he came to the back door to tell me that the light fixture had fallen and broken, I lectured him, told him I expected more from him than that, blah blah blah..He turned to go back into the house and returned with a blank gaze and a bloody hand, saying quietly ‘I think I’m bleeding’.  As I turned off the garden hose and sprinted up the deck to the door, his back was facing the door with a blood soaked tshirt.  Seriously, blood soaked.  His four siblings began screaming and crying, while I managed to maintain my calm, guide him to a chair and try to figure out where the blood was coming from and how to stop it.  I congratulated myself on taking that really boring weekend long cpr and first aid course last year as I applied pressure to the puncture wound and sopped up my baby’s blood with the oldest tea towel I could find in my kitchen drawer.

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I taped that hole shut with some very old (and likely non-sterile) steri-strips that I conveniently had saved from one of my many c-sections and took my guy to the urgent care center…because he couldn’t recall if the light fixture that fell from the ceiling hit his head or not and he was feeling lightheaded and nauseous .  I was thinking concussion.

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Anyway, that is why we don’t throw balls in the house!!!!  Dumb boys!!! Why can’t they leave their balls alone?  (No pun intended).