Just before we put Ella to bed tonight I was on the floor playing with her. She walked over to the other side of the room to grab a book and brought it over and bashed my head with it twice. The first hit didn’t “really” hurt, but the second-one, to the eye – that did hurt a bit.

After I said “ouch” a few times I began to whimper a bit and then broke into my best-fake-cry. I let out a few sequential cries and Jess came over to teach Ella that kissing a boo-boo helps. I continued in my fake-cry when suddenly Ella’s “I may have truly hurt my father”-emotions took over and she began to cry uncontrollably.

Lesson learned.

For both of us.

For the next 5-minutes Ella lay in my arms with her head buried in my shoulder.

It was one of those moments.