So, on Saturday Audrey got an owie on her finger.
I was putting together one of her new bookshelves and was hammering the backing on it when suddenly she stuck her hand in between the hammer and the bookshelf before I could stop. It wasn’t TOO bad, it really scared her and she got her finger smushed a bit and got a cut, but nothing broken or anything.
The worst part was that she IMMEDIATELY looked at me with this look of utter betrayal and spent the next 30 minutes telling Kel how “Dada did it”.
Well, today she had a bad day at daycare- whining, not sharing, pouting, but also she decided to make a BIG deal out of her owie and make sure EVERYONE knew that it was MY FAULT.
That led to an uncomfortable conversation when I went to pick her up today.
I told them what happened, and that I understood they had to ask about it (plenty of stories from Kel), and I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but it was crazy how nerve-racking it was. I’m sitting there thinking “what would someone who didn’t beat his kid say?”, and then thankfully the rational side of me kicked in and said “Hey dumb shit, you DIDN’T beat your kid. Chill the hell out.”
Weird day.