Today, my two year old hit me in the face with a tea kettle.
I hear you laugh. Go ahead.
Perhaps you are thinking, "How much force could a two year old actually put behind a tea kettle to the face?"
I'm here to say, a surprizing amount.
So, now my lip is puffy. We're not going to the park tonight, mainly because I couldn't see blithely taking him off to the happy-fun-wow park after something like that. Does that mean he's been grounded? Sort of, I guess.
This officially caps one heck of a crappy week. You guys don't even know the half of it. I feel like I should enjoy a good Charlie Brown-esque "Good grief!" so I will.
It's a quiet night in for us.
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