Sword

We were getting ready for church when I hear Noah yelling something.

I go out to the family room and he is rolling around on the ground saying something.

It was obvious he was in pain.

I tried to hold him but he wouldn't let me.

I asked what was wrong what hurt and he just kept saying

"My sword! My Sword!"

He was grabbing his crotch so I put two and two together and realized Noah took his first hit to his man hood.

From what I get his "sword" was hit by a toy truck that he was trying to stuff in his pants because I said he couldn't bring it with him to church and he thought he could sneak it.

As if I wouldn't notice a giant truck sticking out of his pants.

He rolled around on the ground for a good 15 minutes and then relaxed on the couch still complaining about his "sword"

Jed said he was the only one in the house that could understand because apparently it's the worst pain in the whole world.

It's obvious he has never pushed a watermelon(or two) out of his wahoo.

But Noah seems to be on the mend.

And now I know he refers to his peepee as a sword.

Which now begs the question why he keeps asking for a big sword for Christmas??