Wee Jack is a Wild Man. Boy is Crazy. No one who has ever met the little darling would dispute this; they would wholeheartedly agree that this is A Fact. He is more Boy than the other four boys combined.
Wee Jack just learned to ride his Wee Bike sans training wheels. I mean, who can properly pop-a-wheelie whilst hindered by baby training wheels, right?
I've come to the conclusion that Wee Jack's Wee Bike wanted to keep it's training wheels, because said bike grabbed him by his little leg, yanked, twisted, and pulled him to the ground, breaking his little left leg.
He's been such a trooper. He woke up yesterday morning in the funniest mood, making faces and horsing around in general. This morning was a little rougher, but, in general, he's just been so good. We have watched more movies in the last three days than in the last six months combined, and today we played balloon volleyball for, well, way too long in my humble opinion, but he was thrilled, and that was the point. (I don't think I'll ever be able to lay eyes on a green balloon again without twitching a little bit, but I'll live with it.)
