What???

Just before Thanksgiving, Luke was playing with his best pal/elephant blanket, Eddie. I was on the phone in the next room, and he was running in and out of my view in the kitchen. He started draping Eddie over his head and face, and found it hilarious that he couldn't see anything and had to feel his way around. It wasn't long before he bonked his head on the edge of the counter. He came running and whimpering to me for a hug and kiss. I told him to please stop putting Eddie on his head because he was just going to keep hurting himself if he continued. Of course he completely disregarded my warning and once out of my view, threw Eddie back over his head and began his ghost/zombie looking game once more. Within one minute, he RAN face-first into that same counter edge. I could see this out of my peripheral vision and thought for sure that he had broken his nose. He hit SO hard! I dropped the phone and he ran to me, crying a little for the 2 seconds it took to get to me. I immediately checked out his nose, expecting gushing blood and crooked cartilage. He was completely done crying at this point and was trying to get out of my arms. I was surprised, to say the least, since even the partial view I had had of his collision made me cringe in sympathy pain and fear. His nose looked fine and I couldn't find any signs of injury, only sweat-soaked hair from having run around in footie pj.s with a fleece blanket over his head for several minutes. I thought to myself that maybe he hit his forehead rather than his nose and was just being a tough guy. I released him and to my horror, he put Eddie back on his head and headed back to the kitchen to resume his kamikaze game. I yanked him back to me and removed Eddie, telling him that by no means was he allowed to play that game anymore. This time he chose to throw himself on the floor and act as if he had just run nose-first into an immovable object. He was SO upset that I wouldn't let him play his dumb game. He screamed and cried for a minute or two and then hopped up to go do something else. It was at this point that I saw the bloody nose.




Thankfully it wasn't too bad, but it was proof that he had indeed head-butted the counter. I also found, at that point, a small cut and an already purple bruise on the side of his cheek from his first collision with the counter. What is wrong with him? How can he absolutely bang the crap out of his nose and barely even whimper, only to become hysterical when I tell him he's not allowed to hurt himself anymore?

"What? You don't want me to blindly slam my face into the furniture? I'm confused."

"Are you sure, Mom?"

(you can kind of see the cut and bruise on his upper cheek in this photo)

"Well how 'bout if I look cute and show off my dimples that you love so much??

Would that change your mind?"

The only answer I can come up with for this (and so much more) bizarre behavior is this:

He is a BOY.

Boys are so weird.

The end and Amen.