Yuck

Two days ago, Jack was getting into his little pushcar to go to the park. He likes to get in and then buckle himself into the strap and yell "Goooooooo" until we open the front door and take him out.

But two days ago, the normal sequence of events took a wayward turn when he buckled the fleshy part of thumb into the buckle. Which resulted in howling and crying and much hugging and assurances from Mommy and Daddy that all would be OK.

But then he was off to the park without a second thought and everyone moved on.

Then the next morning, he got up for breakfast with Daddy while Mommy was dying from the effects of the plague. He kept showing Josh a little blister on his thumb and saying, "Yuck" and trying to get it off. Josh had to explain that it didn't come off and that it wasn't yuck.

When I came down a few minutes later, he showed me his "owie" and tried wiping it off on his pajamas. Then later he kept taking me with him to the garbage and trying to the throw the "yuck" away. This would be where I got all teary-eyed, because, my god he is so cute.

Even today he kept looking at the blister and showing it to me. He is quite concerned about it.

So apparently every time he hits another child, I should hope he hits hard enough to leave a mark and then he will be so concerned about the bruise that he will never do it again. Good plan, huh?