The other day we got home late from being out with some friends and we were trying to hustle Matty into bed. I told him to sit down and take his shoes off. He reluctantly sat down and “attempted” (which means he didn’t really try at all) to take his shoes off. So I asked him, in a stern voice, to take his shoes off. He started to get the first shoe off, and when he did he fired it across the room at the door. (The kid has a decent arm…so it was a rather loud bang when the shoe hit the door.) He thought this was funny and proceeded to take the other shoe off.
I, being the responsible and slightly frustrated dad, came walking up to take his other shoe off and show him how to set it down nicely. I was too late. He took the shoe off and as I bent down he fired a perfect strike on the bridge of my nose from about 6 inches away. Needless to say, it hurt. I yelled a fairly loud “AAWWWAAHHH!” and walked away with his shoes to put them in the closet. As I’m putting the shoes away I hear this loud cry coming from the kitchen (the scene of the crime). I turned and saw Matty just bawling his eyes out. (Remember, it’s late, I’m tired, he’s tired, we’re all a little frustrated that we’re not sleeping.)
I look at him and ask why he’s crying. He just keeps bawling his eyes out. Then I realize. “Are you crying because you hurt daddy?” And in the most tender way possible, he nods his head really big and says, “Yes.” My little boy with the big heart.
I swooped him up and told him that I was sorry I yelled loudly when I got hit by the shoe. I told him it was okay and that he could kiss my nose to make it better. He did…which only really made me realize that there was a bruise forming on my nose. But we hugged it out and then got ready for bed.
I, being the responsible and slightly frustrated dad, came walking up to take his other shoe off and show him how to set it down nicely. I was too late. He took the shoe off and as I bent down he fired a perfect strike on the bridge of my nose from about 6 inches away. Needless to say, it hurt. I yelled a fairly loud “AAWWWAAHHH!” and walked away with his shoes to put them in the closet. As I’m putting the shoes away I hear this loud cry coming from the kitchen (the scene of the crime). I turned and saw Matty just bawling his eyes out. (Remember, it’s late, I’m tired, he’s tired, we’re all a little frustrated that we’re not sleeping.)
I look at him and ask why he’s crying. He just keeps bawling his eyes out. Then I realize. “Are you crying because you hurt daddy?” And in the most tender way possible, he nods his head really big and says, “Yes.” My little boy with the big heart.
I swooped him up and told him that I was sorry I yelled loudly when I got hit by the shoe. I told him it was okay and that he could kiss my nose to make it better. He did…which only really made me realize that there was a bruise forming on my nose. But we hugged it out and then got ready for bed.
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