Gabe's head is rather... large. That isn't a mean statement, just a true one. Sometimes, he doesn't realize the circumference of his noggin, and not a day goes by without him hitting it off something. (Some days are harder than others.) This evening while I was making dinner, he ran into the kitchen and he started to tell me something. As he was talking, he started backing up, and BAM! His head hit right into the corner of the counter. I was expecting a total meltdown and prepared my usual reaction:
"Oh no, did that hurt? Show me where and Mommy will kiss it."
But the tears didn't come this time.
Instead, he said, "I got a table bite on my head, Mom!"
I resisted laughing out loud. "A what?"
"A table bite! Right here!"
As is my motherly duty, I kissed his table bite and all was well with the world.
1 comment:
At least the treatment is simple for that kind of bite. Too cute :)
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