Twice, right in the groin
The above is a pic that Mouse took the other day. She had come by to see us and the boy asked to play tag.
I was beat so I let them run back and forth from the front of the pad to the back. I stood on the sidelines by the kitchen.
On the third or fourth run, he randomly decided to high-five me in the groin on his way to the bedroom.
I staggered to the chair, and Mouse snapped the pic above.
I am rethinking teaching him how to fight.
Me: That pic really captures it all.
Her: It really does.
Which brings me to another story. I went to go pick the kid up from Catholic school last year and when he saw me, he ran at me, full tilt.
I was distracted by something so I didn’t lean down as he came in, and he literally head butted me in right in the family jewels.
I doubled over in pain and yelled out, “JESUS CHRIST!”
That’s not the (now) funny part, though.
Nor was the funny part was him laughing and yelling, “JESUS CHRIST!” while running up and and down the hall.
No, the funny part was ALL the other schoolchildren joining him in running back and forth along the hallway screaming, “JESUS CHRIST!” at the top of their tiny lungs. In a Catholic school.
Good times, good times…
Location: home
Mood: exhausted
Music: It’s been three years (Spotify)
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