Good grief T – I gleeked in your face today.

I’m so sorry!

You were home sick. Mom was at the chiropractor. And you and I were watching TV and cuddling on the couch.

TMI, but I have this jaw/dental thing called “tori” that makes me gleek more than most…

So we are watching Coco Mellon and talking and carrying on and whatever – and I gleeked.

You held your face and said:

I got water in my eye.

Of course I immediately apologize:

I’m so sorry! Did I gleek and spit on you?

But I said that and your face went from shock to hurt:

You spit on me?! Why did you spit on me?!

And then I made it possibly worse by explaining that it was all a an accident and then showing you what a gleek looks like.

You looked so repulsed and confused.

Ugh. Parenting is hard.

H and K laughed hysterically when I told them the story. 🙄

I love you.

-Dad