head butt.

For years I have hit my head. Literally. On anything and everything in my path. At some point, I spoke to an unnamed alternative medicine practioner (just lost credibility with half of my 6 person readership...awwww.) about this issue, and she suggested I stop saying it. What? Right. Stop saying that you hit your head! So I did. And now I *mostly* don't.

Enter Talan. AND...wouldn't you know it? Apparently head bonking is hereditary. Except that I am the bullseye for his head almost every time. He accidentally gets me on a regular basis... ahh, sweet irony. But ouch! Becoming less painful every time, and in no small part because he says, with a very soft voice, "Sorry, Mama... it was an accident." Clumsiness might be genetic, but at least I have a sweet and sensitive tiny person headbutting me.


xo. k.a.m.