The first morning we woke up at the beach, Jeremiah showed up to breakfast looking like this.
My first thought was some brother had duked it out with him.
Not the case.
He had no idea what happened.
When I kissed him good-night, he didn't have a mark. After some investigation our best guess is he fell from the top bunk onto the end table, as everything on the table was on the floor. He said he woke up in his bed and his two brothers sleeping in the bed under him never heard a thing. I think we'll file this one under Beach Mysteries - sure to become a family legend.