Vengeance

Yesterday, as I was carrying Oscar around the house, I rounded a corner and apparently misjudged the distance between the baby and the wall. His head smacked right into the corner and he erupted into a fit of wailing. The crying subsided after a minute, and the only evidence of the accident were the tears drying on his little cheeks.

A little while later I was lying on the ground while Oscar played with his toys nearby. Suddenly, I felt two sharp whacks on my skull as he attacked me with one of his mom’s drum sticks. I had to quickly roll out of there to avoid further assault.

Not even a year old, and the little man has already grasped the concept of vengeance. I am proud.