I was doing great until yesterday, when my 2½ year-old daughter came running up and crashed into me with her outstretched palm smacking squarely on by still darkly bruised and tender parts. It was all I could do not to faint. I limped to the couch, lay down and whimpered for a while, then slunk to bed to sleep it off for the next 12 hours.
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Thank you! I'm feeling the love here. Well, not yet. But soon.
I was doing great until yesterday, when my 2½ year-old daughter came running up and crashed into me with her outstretched palm smacking squarely on by still darkly bruised and tender parts. It was all I could do not to faint. I limped to the couch, lay down and whimpered for a while, then slunk to bed to sleep it off for the next 12 hours.
She said, "Sorry, papa."
Whimper.
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