Like: 3-year-old muscling his way into bed to snuggle in the early morning.
Not like very much: 3-year-old dropping his head onto my nose so that I have to make a quick, bloody exit in order to hang my gushing and florid nose over the bathroom sink.
As I stood watching myself bleed in the bathroom mirror I had some time to reflect (haha--mirror pun) on the fact that this was the second time in his short life that Winton has head-butted my nose to a bloody pulp.
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