Parenting Low Point

You often accompany me to my monthly therapy sessions, and this month was no different. You enjoy exploring the room while we chat. It's always very tame and uneventful...until today.

Right about the time I was telling my therapist about my goal to be a better mommy in 2007, you lost your balance, hit your chin on the edge of a desk and punctured your tongue. It bled a lot, dripping onto your shirt. You cried and screamed and cried some more.

Luckily you're fine now. Just a bruised chin and a hole in your tongue to show for the trauma (the hole should close in a few days). You probably won't remember any of this, but I don't see how I could forget.