Thursday, October 18, 2012

Quiver

Is it possible? Could it be? Did Chip and I actually produce a sensitive child?

This morning Charlie hauled off and whacked me in the head with his sippy cup. Seeing as I was holding him in an attempt to reprimand him for batting a large hard cover book out of Mary Clare's hands, I'm fairly certain it was intentional. (The sensitive part is coming, I promise.)

Chip was standing there at the time, and it caught us both by surprise. After letting out a fairly loud yelp, we both said, "Charlie! Not a choice! No hits!" and the like. I don't know if it was the fact that both of us were coming after him at the same time, or if he was surprised by the loudness of my yelp, but clearly something had an effect on the little lad. Charlie's bottom lip came out and started quivering, his eyes welled up with tears and he turned his head. And kept it turned. I could not get him to look at me! I had shamed him that much.

Of course I felt terrible. I mean, my poor, sensitive boy. He knew not what he did. But then, when he finally made eye contact with me, the little stinker laughed. So maybe he's not so sensitive after all. Maybe he's just the evil genius I always suspected he was. Damn dimples. 

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