Egg on My Face

Sunday afternoon I was pointing out a bump on my ankle to Jenny. It had been there roughly a week. Never bruised, never hurt.

She at one point called it a "big bump" which I took offense at. I could remember "big bumps" the size of eggs on my forehead as I had bruised it clumsily before. Yes, it was an egg size bump that sticks out as big in my mind.

Oddly enough, later that same day, during a soccer game we were playing in, Jason's leg had a collision with the cleats of a player from the opposite team. The result ended up being an egg size (or slightly larger) bump on Jason's leg, just below his knee.

Jenny got to see what I meant, as Jason provided the perfect visual from my afternoon conversation.

I don't think his pain was worth it, but Jason stopped at nothing to make my conversation complete.