Bruiser

You may think I'm cute and girlie but really, I'm a bruiser. I love to wrestle with my brother and can take him if he's not careful. Tonight we were wrestling on the couch (which we're not supposed to do) and when I jumped on Bubba's back, he popped up and I went flying.

Face first.
Straight down.
On my face.
And my nose.
Into the ottoman.

Mommy thought I broke my nose and with the blood and scrapes, thought I'd be scarred for life. Nope. I'm just a bruiser. Who's next?