Scars

Tanner and Jake. Brothers. Boys. They are both just a mess right now. Tanner fell, not once, not twice, but three times over Easter Weekend. He is now sporting a large bump on the noggin', scrapes and cuts on his nose, ear and lip, and the last vestiges on the splinter infestation on his legs and feet. Jake has various scrapes, cuts and bruises and currently sports no less that three bandaids on various fingers. My point is this, they are boys, they fall down, they get scrapes, they get cuts. I realize that Marisa is in a foriegn land here and doesn't understand how the male mind works, so I am going to lay down some education here for the female readers.

Scars are how men (and boys) measure life. If you don't have scars, it means that you are not trying hard enough. If you can jump down from the fifth step and not get hurt, then it goes without saying that you HAVE to try from the sixth! If you can ride down the street at breakneck speed and make it unscathed, then of course you need to see if you can do it with no hands, duh! There is no failure (or sucess) that can't be measured with damaged flesh in the world of boys.

The boys are just being boys. They love their little sister and maybe Faith can help Marisa just realize that they are boys and that's how they do things. See this scar here on my elbow? This is from when I got thrown off the horse when I was five. This scar on my leg? This is when I fell out of the tree.......