Shiner: black eye, not bock

If you're not from Texas, you probably won't get the post title. We have the greatest beer around: Shiner Bock. But, that is another blog entry.

My son got his first shiner Sunday. The black eye kind, not the beer.

This was last night. It happened around noon Sunday. It is more purpley today.

Dropping Stinkerbelle off at preschool this morning and a teacher and Hot Rod had the following exchange:
Teacher: Hey, who blacked your eye?
Hot Rod: My dad.

I was in between that nervous *I need to explain this quickly and embarrassed" laugh. We were playing baseball with Hot Rod yesterday at the ball fields. Coach (dear husband) and I were trying to instruct him on the proper technique for catching a pop up or line drive.

He kept on turning his back and giving us that "I know it already" attitude and heading for home plate to do some hitting.

His failure to listen came back to bite him on the ass. Or more accurately, his eye.

While hitting him pop ups in right field, he finally got the timing part of catching one down. However, he failed to pay attention to the proper way to hold your glove for catching balls chest level and higher. Instead of fingers up, he did the cupped hand thing. So, he actually caught the ball and then it continued rolling down the glove and popped him in the eye.

I was convinced we had shattered his orbital bone and wanted to take him to the hospital. Fortunately, Coach calmed me down and assured me it was just a damn fine shiner. Lots of ice, a little nap and a magic birthday party at his buddy's house did the trick. He is fine today. He even asked me which eye it was he blacked because he can't feel it anymore.

Now, if I can teach him not to tell people that his dad did it to him.