A bump on the head necessitates a hug from daddy.
We took Georgia out for lunch today. The service was slow. Once all the ice cream and chocolate milk were gone, the novelty of the crayons wore off and we couldn’t bribe her with a ‘sizz’ of our pops, she turned to jumping around and jumped her head into the windowsill. Mr. MK was there to comfort her. She seems to prefer him to me. Hmm … strange but true.
What about your kids, mom or dad?