Big Bruiser

 

Bonk. Bang. These are sounds we hear all day here at the Merritt household. Kael is following in his sisters footsteps and is afeared of NOTHING. Bruise after bruise crawling under the table and abruptly standing up. A black eye when his fingers slipped on the chair he was balancing on and he caught himself with his face. One tough cookie, is he, he hardly cries at all.

 

Of course, the typical "sailor" stance he adopts doesn't help his cause when he's usually stepping on slick linoleum.

 

But bonks and bruises all, he's still one darn cute kid!