Bonk

Man, tonight was a bad night. My poor little girl had her first head bonk. She's ok, cried for a minute (an especially long time for her to cry) and was quite shaken up for a half hour or so.

Baby, seems she's doing fine. Parents...maybe not so much.

I feel terrible, I should have been there to make the diving catch. I'm supposed to be superdad, and man did I drop the ball today. I feel awful that I turned to use the laptop...and not for a noble function, no, it was to look up whether or not a KFC we're going to frequent next week is a buffet or not.

Great Dad I am, I put the Colonel and his damn 11 herbs and spices ahead of my daughter's safety. I was more concerned about increasing my saturated fat content than acting as an airbag for the tile floor...luckily we bought a large area rug just for this purpose.

Maybe I am a decent Dad after all, at least I knew eventually my little baby would bonk her head, and bought this rug to cushion the blow.

Actually, my wife bought it, but at least I carried it in from the car.

She's probably going to have a rough day tomorrow, not only because of the bump on her head and cheek, but also because she's going to have Dad not letting her climb a stair, put on her shoes, or let her eat with any utensils save her hands for fear that she might get hurt.

I think I feel a headache coming on...perhaps it's sympathetic...or more probably because i actually banged my head on the same floor to try and recreate the sound to see how hard she hit. You bet, I don't lie, I actually did that. It's not the first time I've done it either.

Man, now I'm going to have to teach my little girl calculus this week just so I can feel like a decent Dad. Overcompensate...that's how I roll.