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Quick note. Xander and I are sitting in the car doing what we always do, waiting for the woman-folk to get out to the car so we can go. In his boredom Xander picks up a soccer ball and tosses it at me. All fun and games, I pick the ball up and toss it back to the very back of the van. He jumps out of his seat to go get it and chuck it at my head again. I put the van in reverse and do a tap on the brakes. Let me tell you, that thing jumps. Xander flew into the back and hit his knee on a plastic case and bruised up. Well the fun was over. I shouldn't of done it and yes I do feel bad. The boy is a magnet for pain.