Saturday, May 24, 2008

Beware of boys with bats

I figured it would take longer for Campbell to inflict his first real injuries on a member of the household, but I'm not sure why I thought that.

Yesterday he managed to wallop me across the bridge of my nose with the Hello Kitty bat - I don't even know where this bat came from; I certainly didn't buy it.

I was sitting on the sofa reading, and he was walking back and forth from the coffee table, which he had pushed up so that it was almost touching the sofa, to the sofa. During one of his "leaps," he smacked me in the face with the bat. It may be a padded bat, but the blow still hurt - I swear I saw stars.

I yelled, "OWWWW!" as a reflex, and he just started laughing, which worries me more than a little. The bat is now put up, out of his reach, and he has to make do with a "light saber" made out of a foam pool noodle that Ella and Lily got at a birthday party.

I think we'll wait a while before buying him a real bat, like long enough for him to understand that it hurts when he hits his mama with one.

2 comments:

runnerdude said...

There is just something bizarre about a Hello Kitty ball bat.

Becca said...

OMG my son (3) laughs every time he injures me. I don;t know if it's nerves, or that he doesn't understand it hurts me or what.