I love kids. I really do. And none more than my nieces and nephews. They're adorable...little....monsters. They all seem cute and innocent, but that's usually when they strike! At one time... My 3 year old nephew Luke told me repeatedly... "Tiss my butt, tiss my butt!" (Translated: kiss my butt, kiss my butt!!!)
Words hurt, they do. But I have to say...the physical abuse hurts more. My dear, sweet, innocent, 1 year old niece Taylor was lovingly sharing her saltine cracker with me. And by "lovingly" I mean "shoving it into my mouth, at times ramming it into my nose." She sweetly offered me her slobbery cracker over and over...and as we shared that bonding moment, she looked into my eyes, she got a maniacal glint in her eye...and attacked me with the edge of the cracker!!! I took photos to share with the police, as a pattern of abuse.
Her eyes said, "why you be frontin'? Huh, cracka??? I'll cut you, cracka, with my cracker!" I maintain that she did it on purpose.