Just because I haven't posted anything doesn't mean I haven't written. I've jotted down stories and thoughts here and there but just now actually have the time (and inclination) to spend my SPARE hahaha time getting it "postable". This incident happened about a month ago but I just had to share it:
Sitting in the kitchen today I suddenly hear screaming from the other room. Cutie Chubba screaming. You know, the "I'm HURT! Possibly DIEING" kind of screaming. I go in and Little Man is laying ON TOP of Cutie Chubba on the floor. Before I physically remove him from his brother, I realize he is actually HUGGING Cutie Chubba and crying "You okay, Cutie Chubba. You okay"
I (calmly) ask him what happened and he just keeps hugging Cutie on the floor and crying as Cutie screams. I pick Little Man up, off of Cutie so I can pick Cutie up and inspect him for any damage. Cutie immediately stops crying and is fine. It's Little Man whose lower lip is just quivering. "Hug me, Mommy" says Little Man, climbing onto my lap.
So, I console them both and ask Little Man again what happened. Little Man (lip STILL quivering) says he hit his baby brother. I ask him where and he says "In the mouf". What did you hit him with? "Wif a plastic spoon" he mumbles and sobs. He is SO visibly upset that I can't even get mad at him. He keeps wanting me to hug him while he's trying to hug Cutie and saying "Sorry Cutie". I ask him if he did it on purpose and he says "Yes" then...
"Mommy? You 'give me?"
Yeah, that'll break your heart.
Yes, Love, I forgive you. And always will. And evidently, so will Cutie Chubba.
