Really? By That Guy? July 25, 2008
In her excitement to get out of the car and walk to the front door (I know! It’s SOOOOO exciting to do that!), Little No Limit tripped and fell down in the driveway.
This resulted in the her screaming out in holy bloody murder terror. She ran in, still screaming and crying, saying “I hurt! I hurt!”, and I rushed forward, ready to save the day.
“Do you need Mommy to kiss it?”
This is not me being a simpleminded-stars-in-her-eyes-over-the-power-of-her-kiss kind of mother. This is our usual routine. She cries, I kiss, all better. But on this occasion, she jerked her arm back from me (which, I might add, was not even bleeding) and said, “Nooooo! Band-Aid! Band-Aid! Band-Aid!”
We went to the bathroom, I tried to reason with her that she wasn’t bleeding, my logic fell on deaf ears and pitiful tears, and then Sponge Bob, not Mommy, saved the day.

I can’t believe I’ve been replaced by this guy! We don’t even watch the show!





