The other day I hear this loud thud that sounds like the outside door slamming shut. Then my mom says, "Wyatt just slammed his head on the wall.". He starts crying and I say, "Really Wyatt! Are you kidding me? Can't you ever just calm down?" I take him to the kitchen and get him a wet cloth to wipe the blood where his lip is bleeding. After everything (and one) calms down I ask him, "What were you doing?" Wyatt replies very honestly...."Running with my eyes closed." I started laughing so hard I was crying. Apparently he thought he didn't need his spiddy sense of sight.
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