Knuckle

Here's my train of thought: I have a bruise on the knuckle of my wedding ring finger. Don't know how it got there, but it's not pretty. Which led me to think of a game we used to play when we were kids. A very stupid, time-wasting, painful game called Bloody Knuckles. Which in turn led to me thinking about stupid, time-wasting, sometimes painful "games" that my boys play. I call them "Let's see who's gonna cry first". For some reason they fail to see that when they are wrestling, and neither of them knows when to quit, someone is going to cry. It blows my mind that they are surprised every time when one of them ends up getting hurt, yet daddy and I can see it coming from a mile away.