In the ear. With my thumb nail. Going to give him a hug. It bled. True story.
I have also elbowed him in the eye. In bed. Rolling over to give him a hug. Another true story.
I have stepped on him while he was icing his back.
Tripped over his feet.
Mom, you should have named me Grace.
Tonight I spilled my entire glass of water at dinner. Right onto his placemat. Fortunately, it was a lovely evening and we were eating outside so most of it went through the table. We just laughed. And our girls? Didn’t even bat an eye.
Why am I blogging about this? Because someone, somewhere might really need a laugh and I offer you my clutziness.