No Love

I was lying on the floor the other day, hanging out with Mr. C and Little E, and Mr. C had been standing on my back, frequently falling and bruising different parts of my body.  I had put an end to it when Little E started in on me, pinching me hard with her little fingers.  I asked, “Why do my children want to hurt me?”  Mr. C answered, “Because we don’t love you.”


It’s a good thing for my could-be bruised ego that in a few minutes, they were both hugging me and cuddling with me.

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