Was making the bed around L's flying body this afternoon. It has been blistering hot, so took advantage and got all three bedrooms stripped down and washed. Anyway, during a flying leap, L's foot smashed straight into the side of my face.
No big deal. Was an accident...but it DID hurt. I pinned him to stop him flying around and told him to stop. He started crying. I told him it was okay but Mummy was hurt and wanted him to stay still for a second. Cryng escalated.
Mummy gets excited and her heart swells as she believes that she is witnessing a truly empathetic moment.
I gather him to me and stroke his brow and tell him "it's okay L, it's okay".
Louis gasped through his sobs.....
"but I really want to kick your face again"
The little punk was crying because I stopped his fun!!!
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