Just before we put Ella to bed tonight I was on the floor playing with her. She walked over to the other side of the room to grab a book and brought it over and bashed my head with it twice. The first hit didn’t “really” hurt, but the second-one, to the eye – that did hurt a bit.
After I said “ouch” a few times I began to whimper a bit and then broke into my best-fake-cry. I let out a few sequential cries and Jess came over to teach Ella that kissing a boo-boo helps. I continued in my fake-cry when suddenly Ella’s “I may have truly hurt my father”-emotions took over and she began to cry uncontrollably.
Lesson learned.
For both of us.
For the next 5-minutes Ella lay in my arms with her head buried in my shoulder.
It was one of those moments.
poor kid… i hope u didn’t laugh for long and that you honestly took to heart the impact on her little emotions! DONT MANIPULATE UR KID! are u seriously on line at 2am? it says u are…. im thinking it’s lying.
OH!!!!! DEAR ME!!!!!
I am convinced that lessons NEED to be taught AND taught and learned and that it needs to be ongoing throughout life!!!!!!!
I am still doing both!
PS. WHEN will WE get to see a good video of Ella truely WALKING??!!!
Love,
Momma
Oh, how sweet and sad at the same time. She is a tender heart and a sweetheart. Hope your head and eye are okay Stevan.
Don’t worry, Sher! He felt instantly bad about pretending!