Today i get to write about my daughter! She cracks me up constantly and she is such a source of joy. So I punched her in the eye.
I was trying to get her dressed this morning. She was being a pre-three year old and resisting and playing and being goofy and doing anything BUT what i’m trying to accomplish. I sat down on her toddler bed. I grabbed the shirt i wanted to put on her. She was spinning around. She leaned in to throw a barrette beside me as i reached down to get her night shirt off and WHAM! My knuckle went right to her eyeball. Knuckle to socket.
She waited a second. I realized what happened and tried not to freak out.
“Oh my goodness, i’m so sorry!”
Then she began to cry. Understandably.
I asked to look at her eye and she says, “You punched me in the eye!!”
After seeing she was ok, i tried not to laugh about it. I scooped her up and kissed and hugged her and told her i was sorry. We moved on.
All morning I kept waiting for CPS to jump out from behind a tree and arrest me.
So tonight, i’m putting her in her jammies and she just says, “Why did you punch me in the eye?”
“It was an accident, honey. I didn’t punch you.”
and she says, “it was a knuckle sammich! YOU want a knuckle sammich?!”
i lost it.
i haven’t laughed that hard in days! my 2 year old is dancing around like mini Mohammad Ali, zapping her hand toward me, frowning her little faux-frown and saying, “You want a knuckle sammich?!”
Best bedtime story ever