Kids

As well all know, I have six of them. Well, four of them are grown men now, but you know what I mean.

My kids are good looking too. I know, all mommas say that, but seriously, I do have some good looking kids.

They are all photogenic, as well. They sure as hell don't get it from me. Good lord, I look just like I look in all the pictures taken of me.

The youngest one is a beautiful child. Even as a teenager entering high school this year, his face remains like a cherub.

What puzzles the hell out of me is why these kids of mine persist in engaging in behaviors that will mess up their beautiful faces.

I mean, seriously. You raise them, keep them safe, healthy and happy into adulthood and what is the thanks you get?

Believe me, when the youngest blew himself up, vain as it seems, he was a little worried that his face was going to be permanently messed up. We all were. The good Lord blessed us there, that is for sure.

Recently, GI-Joe came to visit.

A few days ago, he was skateboarding on a long-board....and face planted, breaking his left cheekbone. On Friday he gets to have surgery to put a metal plate in his face in order to secure said cheekbone in the proper position.

"What the hell?", this momma says.

I feel like I should go and be with him while he gets his FACE cut open for the love of all holy. However, he says that isn't necessary, of course.

I wonder if I just showed up, if he'd be mad.

I really do wish that these guys would quit messing up their faces.