The culprit, in this case, is no bigger than a pen! Or I guess the REAL culprit is 2.5 feet tall and throws anything that he can get his hands on!
Josh and I were enjoying a Sunday morning together in the kitchen. I would push his Hot Wheels car across the floor, making "vrrooom" sounds and he, in a game popularized by dogs called "fetch", would run after the car, pick it up and give it back to me. He thought it was hilarious; he would pick up the car, howling with delight, and run back to me so I could do it again.
Well, the last time around, he was running back to me and was so over-excited that when he got to me, instead of handing me the car, he threw it at me. Got me right in the lip. Boy, did that smart. Of course my first reaction was anger and to yell. But I took a few deep breaths, walked away and remembered that he didn't do it on purpose. I looked in the mirror and already had a fat, bloody lip.
So, the lesson I learned is to stay away from Josh's pitching arm when he is holding a deadly weapon. Other than that, can someone tell me how you can get a 1-year-old to stop throwing everything that he gets in his hands?!