I am a husband to a wonderful wife, who had a birthday yesterday, and a father to two great kids, who will be called (for sake of anonymity) code names.
One is a boy, born summer 2006. We shall call him BB for reasons only I shall know.
I also have a beautiful daughter born fall of 2008, that I will refer to as Peach.
Now, the story...
BB was chasing Peach around the house. While I have cautioned them about running in the house, I have never said "Don't do it." I guess I am expecting one of them to nose-dive into the baseboard at some point, they will learn on their own, and I don't have to be the mean Daddy for forbidding them to run. TERRIBLE PARENTING 101. I know!
Peach came to a halt well in front of BB when she heard something on the TV that interested her. Probably a rap video, since that is what I tend to watch 90% of the time...I never watch rap videos. It was a weak attempt at humor.
BB had plenty of time to stop. But he ran into her at probably 70% speed. A 20 month old standing perfectly still getting Mack-Trucked by a 4 year old created quite an impact. If Peach was...say...30, she probably would be wearing one of those ridiculous foamy-neck things.
I grabbed BB...
Me: (Loudly with Intense, Scary Eyes) Why did you do that?!?!?
Me: We love Peach, don't we?!?
BB: (timidly) yeah
Me: Do you want to see Peach hurt?
Me: No we don't...Do we want Peach to fall down and cry?
Me: No, son, we don't. We want Peach happy, right?
BB: no...don't spank me. (which I did)
He had no clue what I was saying!! He was just thinking about the impending smack on the hiney!! Surely he doesn't really wish his sister ill at this stage...right? RIGHT?!?!
Parenting is not easy!