Bad Dad II

I think I've used that subject line before, but I'm a bad dad again.  A cad.

I dropped my son on his head. 

Well, not really.  But he and I were playing on the couch and I kinda sorta got distracted by the enthrallingly realistic display of fighting prowess as enacted by Jean-Claude Van Damme in that thrilling classic, Bloodsport.

I raise my head for a few seconds to watch some flying fists, and then,

THUD

...

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

(shit!)

"Simon!!  Did Declan just fall off the couch?!"

"...yes..."

Digs finger into ribs, gives evil eye and proclaims under breath, "I told you that was going to happen eventually."

A bottle of water and a good snuggle on the sofa with the Bad Dad helped make everything OK again.  I still feel like a heel.

Comments

[Paul]

Remember that parenting wisdom I mentioned last week...

[Tina]

When he's sixteen, and does something stupid, he's gonna blame YOU, and that time you "dropped me on my head" .... Sorry, Simon, you've just given the kid some ammunition to be used on you at a future date ... Tina

[Simon]

And what's going to aggravate the problem is that my darling wife will remind both my son and me of the incident for years to come, just so that neither one of us ever forgets.

[Drew]

At least it wasn't a set of stairs to concrete.
(Sasha wiped out under my care from the deck)

I'm still feeling bad about that one