So I'm in a meeting at work. I'm talking and pointing to things on my laptop. All of a sudden, DL decides that he would much rather I sat down. So he kicks me right in my (rather sore and stretched out) belly button. Hard. Hard enough that I kind of gasped and half doubled over for a second. And then I noticed that everyone was still watching me. What could I say? "Sorry, he just kicked me." And then I kept going.

I have a feeling that this kid is going to be a handful. Sometimes I imagine a toddler version of B running around and it kind of scares me.

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