Today he ran in the house holding his eye and crying.
(I was all ready to punish Dylan for hitting his brother in the face, because that’s the kind of day we’ve been having around here. But Dylan wasn’t the culprit. This time.)
But finally between tears, I was able to discern that he threw the baseball in the net…then caught the baseball with his face. Right in the eye socket.
It appears he needs a little more practice with the baseball glove.
Between every sob he said “It was a really, really great throw mom!”