We had a lovely time Saturday evening
having sourdough pizza
with our special guests.
As I was in the kitchen
finishing up some pizzas,
my pastor's wife and I were talking
and she pointed out our squirrel
that was sitting on the bird bath
eating the bird seed.
I was telling her how the children
enjoy trying to scare the squirrel
by smacking the window.
Well, as I was saying this,
Will got up from his chair,
headed to the window,
and smacked the window...
There was quite a noise
that came from that smack
and then we saw why...
His hands went through the window!
Some of the pieces fell on the ground
and cracks went up and down the window.
(It's taped up in the photo
but you can click it to get a closer look.)
He was okay, just shaken up.
He had only two minor scratches
but was fighting off tears.
I hugged him and talked to him a little,
reassuring him that I was not upset with him.
I knew it was an accident.
I wrapped up his wrist
and he took a little time
to gain his composure.
It was a tough lesson that was learned.
And praise the Lord he wasn't hurt badly.
Poor son... He just didn't know his own strength.