Ouch
Last night, D ran up to give me one of those super-excited, awesome bear hugs. You know the kind that end in a big old bite? Yeah. He just chomped down on my stomach and wouldn't let go until I pried his jaws apart. I don't really understand how it happened, since I have rock-hard abs, and there's just nothing there to grab on to. (Ha.)
Then, at the end of the night, I was helping E pull up her pants after going potty and she jumped up and and whacked her walnut of a head into my face, knocking my glasses off.
Dear Child Protective Services, can you protect me from my children? Because they're kind of kicking my ass. Thanks. Oh. You don't do that? Not even a helmet or something? Crap.
Then, at the end of the night, I was helping E pull up her pants after going potty and she jumped up and and whacked her walnut of a head into my face, knocking my glasses off.
Dear Child Protective Services, can you protect me from my children? Because they're kind of kicking my ass. Thanks. Oh. You don't do that? Not even a helmet or something? Crap.
1 Comments:
Honestly, it's the one thing people NEVER tell you about having kids: they. will. hurt. you. My oldest recently dropped a heavy object on my big toe and three days later, my toenail FELL OFF. Isn't that lovely.
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