Wall versus fist. Wall Wins.

Early this morning, Lex and Connor were downstairs in the living room while I was upstairs in the bathroom getting myself ready to take them to rec center, when Lex comes in crying because he has a boo-boo.

Me:  "Oh no, Lex, what happened?"

Lex:  "I got a boo-boo."

Me:  "Where?  Let me see."

Lex then shows me his hand, with bloody busted up knuckles.

Me:  "How on earth did this happen?"

Lex:  "I punched the wall."

Me:  "Why did you punch the wall?"

Lex:  "I wanted to boom it so that I could see what was inside it."

So we had to have a long talk about not punching things, and not breaking down the walls in our house, and the next time he wants to do a science experiment, could he please ask mommy or daddy for some help?  I still can't believe he kept punching the wall until he split three of his knuckles open.

By the way, all the walls seem fine.

So now Lex says:  "Wall verses fist.  Wall wins."