Battered and Bruised

It's bad enough taking a battering, but having it before 7 in the morning is just crushing. I was woken by the boy at about six, and he then started engaging me in conversation. Thankfully, I was sufficiently with it to notice the 'I need the toilet' bit of the sentence, and so swept into action with the potty. He was right (always a relief, for both of us!). However, I figured while he was sat on the potty, I'd nick his bed. So I curled up nice and warm under the duvet. A great idea, until he was done on the potty, at which point he came to join me ... and wanted to play. I wish he were a little more co-ordinated, because over the course of the next quarter of an hour, I sustained a number of injuries (thankfully none of them life-threatening) as a direct result of his haphazard movement. First, he sort of fell on top of me, which is usually fine, but this time, it was his elbow that came first, and my eye that met it. (He kissed me better). Then he sort of jumped on my little finger (again, fixed with a swift kiss). I was headbutted (twice), kicked, smothered, assaulted with the help of a couple of bears, squished, and generally mistreated. I have to admit, though, that the vast majority was simply a result of overeagerness. I was wondering how he managed to be so eager so early, and concluded that going to bed at 8, having had a two hour nap in the day, would probably do it for me as well.

At lunch, he did sustain an injury himself, again as a result of overeager misadventure. We were heading to the kitchen when he started wailing. I hadn't heard any sound to suggest he'd just taken a tumble, but it turned out he'd fallen over and bashed his chins (yes, he said chins, not chin - a little self-deprecating, I feel). His classic line was, "I didn't want to fall over and bash my chins". Obviously true, but seemed kinda funny, in a matter-of-fact sort of way.

He's now gone for a nap, so I'm off to lick my wounds and prepare myself for the next assault.