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Its All Fun and Games...

Until you try to break daddy's nose. And then it becomes really funny. After the fact at least.

Noah and I were horsing around this morning before I took him to daycare. I was behind him and he whipped his head backwards and caught me right on the nose with the back of his head. This wasn't a light hit. This was an eye-watering, star-seeing, oh-my-god-i'm-going-to-puke hit on my hose. The hit knocked me on my back and completed stunned me. It also scared Noah quite a bit.

As I sat there waiting for my eyes to stop watering, Noah just sat there. I am pretty sure that he thought he was in trouble or going to get in trouble. I didn't really say anything to him and pretty soon he figured out that he wasn't in trouble. He came over and put his arm around me and asked me if I was OK. I said that OK but that my nose hurt.

Then Noah offered me the two things that always fixes his hurts. First, he kissed my nose. Then he asked, "Need a bandaid?"

I had to laugh at that... And that made it feel better.


Once the pain is gone it becomes a memory that lasts a lifetime. These are the stories that will dive your kids crazy and delight your grandkids some day. By the way, did the kiss, the bandaid offer and the fact that you had a moment that touched your heart make the day a lot brighter.

Fuzzy GP

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