Shiner

Unlike Sammy Sosa, baseball has not been berry, berry good to Cade. Not only did the ball make contact with his bat several times during the game (which is a great thing), it made unfortunate contact with his cheek as well. Boo. In a failed attempt to catch a pop fly he ended up with quite the shiner.

Day 1 wasn't too horrible. The picture doesn't do the seam marks on the cheek justice.

I was so thankful that he was wearing his Kareem Abdul Jabaar sports glasses because it could have been much worse I fear. I give them their props. They are indeed shatterproof as advertised.

Day 2 brought in some nice color.
When day 3 rolled in he was wearing the black eye like it was old hat. It was no longer painful as demonstrated by slapping himself on the cheek and saying, "See. Doesn't even hurt." Thank you for the visual. I could have just taken him at his word.
I'm proud of my boy for two reasons: First, he didn't come out of the game even though he was really hurting. He stuck it out and finished. And second, he has remained truthful about his eye mishap even though Bobby and I encouraged him with several good stories involving ninja's, bad guy robbers, and the like. "That would be lying." Ahhh, yes. But WAY more interesting. I'm sure this won't be the last black eye around this house. If these boys don't perfect their toilet aim there are going to be several more this very summer!