My Son's Bad Month

My son cannot wait for the end of February. To say the least, it has been a bad month for him. He started the month with a broken arm. (See post from Feb. 4.) This past Sunday, he was down the street playing with some of the neighborhood kids. The two boys were hitting a ball with tennis racquets. They both swung at the ball, but my son's face got in the way. He now has a beauty of a shiner. When will March come?