Man vs. Entertainment Center

I decided a long time ago that Cooper was a special breed of child who gets thrills from trying to cheat death. I can say this with all love and honesty because many people have confirmed it... pastors (well, maybe it was only one pastor, but a very good one)... other mothers... you get the picture. He can't manage to go a day without ramming his head into a wall, or trying to break his way through a gate or couch or dog to get to whatever it is that has caught his momentary attention. This morning, he was sweetly and quietly playing with a cup in the living room. He likes the handle and he loves to bang things, so the combination of easy-grip and cool noises that come from whacking different things was fantastic. Until Man vs. Entertainment Center broke out. Cooper put up a valiant fight and even won a battle or two, but in the end, he lost the war.

The pictures don't really do it justice, but that's mostly because I was afraid someone might fear for my child's life and call the authorities. I even entertained notions of not going to church as this happened less than an hour before the opening choruses. However, Todd assured me that I shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed because I could simply tell everyone he was in a brawler and got into a fight (you should see the other guy!). The thought now occurs to me that while a fight sounds slightly more exotic and noteworthy, I as a mother should be no prouder (or more embarrassed I suppose) of a brawl with some random person than I would be of my son trying to best the entertainment center's hinges. Pick whichever story you like better while the bruises and abrasions last, but after that, I will deny any recollection of this incident. Seriously.