I appreciate it's usually hailstones which are described as being "the size of golfballs" (golfballs being one of the standard units of size, along with a clenched fist and Wales, for geography (as in "flooded an area the size of Wales")) but in tonight's instance, it's lumps on the back of a child's head...
Poor Allie - various romping resulted, as one always fears it will, in one child crashing into another and sending him flying into the corner of the wall - flat wall is not so bad somehow, but the corners - ouch. Poor thing was complaining his head hurt - well, not suprising, as there was a lump the size of (you guessed it) a rather oblong golfball on the back of his head - luckily the skin wasn't broken, but it was a near thing, really. However it seems to have gone down in swelling a bit now and hopefully will have settled down even more by the morning.
I wish I thought this would actually teach any of them the lesson I am always trying to instill - that too much rough-housing will result in injury. I have very little hope it will, though.
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