Meg got home from taking Leanne to gymnastics last night and asked how things went with Austin.
“Austin, show mommy bonk.”
“OW. What the hell– did you teach him how to headbutt?”
Ok, so yes, I kinda did. But in my defense, it was an accident. He laughed every time, which made me laugh, which made him do it more. When I tried to stop him, he would put his head down and charge me like a bull or grab my head so he could reach.
And it’s not like he gently taps heads together. It’s a full on, bar fight, fuck you headbutt. We both had red marks on our foreheads before I managed to distract him by playing with the safety plugs in the outlets.