Friday, June 08, 2007

I am the worst Daddy in the world...

At least last night I was.

You see, the Happy Boy's bedtime, for the first couple years of his life, was at 7:30pm. Recently, he has decided that he wants to stay up and play, eat, sit on my lap, etc. This has resulted in bed-time being 9pm. Not cool.

So last night, I'm in my Finance class, listening to the professor with my headphone and the Happy Boy is going nuts... wants to sit on my lap, sit under the table, go behind me... So as he tries to go behind me, I hear, barely audible, through by headphones, "excuse me, Daddy", so I go to pull my chair in and drop the back corner right on his foot, catching the last two toes. He screamed, UrbanMummy appears, and I threw off my heat set... No blood, just a scrape. He was not happy. Real tears,

I explained to Urban Mummy what happened and she looked at me and said, "You're lucky you didn't break his toes". Our son then spun towards me and sad, "Daddy, you break it... you break my foot". Nice... Chastised by an almost 2 1/2yr old.

So we got him to bed, he said it was feeling better and he was out the second his head hit the pillow.

End of the story???


Not at all... read on.

So normally in the morning when I am in the kitchen and the Happy Boy wakes up, he tip toes out of his room, comes to the very open staircase, and yells downstairs, "Hi Daddy, Hi, Hi Daddy". I ask him to come downstairs, and he is as happy to see me as I am to see him.

But not this morning.

This morning he came downstairS, walked into the kitchen, right over to me with a very serious look on his face, came right up to me and said this... "Daddy, no put chair on toe again. OK. No hurt Happy Boy. OK. You broke it. Fix it. OK. No hurt Happy Boy.. OK.. OK... OK."

Yikes!

It was an accident. I told him that. I apologized, again. Told him it was an accident... again. I already feel like crap.

I scooped him up and gave him a big hug and kiss.

He smiled at me.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "feels better Daddy".

Awwwwwww.

To think he spent all night worrying about chewing me out this morning to make sure I never do that again. He must have been searching for another family. Geez.

When did the almost 2 1/2 year old grow up?!?

4 comments:

Laural Dawn said...

Poor you. Poor Happy Boy.
I hate when that stuff happens. There's nothing worse than hurting your child by mistake.
Once Matt and I crashed heads - okay, you know the song/poem 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed? Well, I was in a big sign language phase and could sign the whole thing.
So we would play 5 little monkeys, and I'd sign while I let Matt hop on the bed.
Except I got into signing and he hopped right into me (the fact that he could say it right along with me made the signing stupid anyway).
We both had HUGE goose eggs on our heads.
And, he kept crying cause he was in pain and crying because he "broke mommy's head and Matthew's head".
It was a stellar parenting moment.
And ... the next day I had an unrelated doctor's appointment. I had to explain the goose egg. I will never forget my doctor saying kudos for playing with my child, but perhaps jumping on the bed with him wasn't such a great idea.

here kitty, kitty... said...

shit happens.... the little ones, well to be honest they get in the way sometime, ya gotta slam them with a chair, break a few toes, push em out of the way... they'll get the hint eventually.... keep trying....

here kitty, kitty... said...

ha! just kidding... but really, shit does happen... doesn't make you bad, makes ya human... there are gonna be plenty more spills and thrills and some might actually be your fault but as long as ya always love em, that is what counts...

kgirl said...

...and you thought that guilt was only for the realm of parents!