Yesterday was Father's Day. My husband enjoyed a day of doing nothing except watching golf. He received his cards, both the store bought and the handmade. We played a piggy game where piggies are thrown instead of dice. Charlie won both times and was ecstatic! Daddy gave the boys baths. And by the end of the day, Daddy was a little frisky.
There are times when he is a bigger child than the kids. And he likes to rough house. Nothing wrong with that. He is a big BOY after all. And boys will be boys.
He decided to bite Charlie's butt. This particular form of rough housing freaked Charlie out a little bit. It must be remembered that Charlie is only 4. When his Daddy let him up, Charlie ran to me crying (completely unhurt of course, just freaked out). But Daddy being the big child he is, didn't get that the game had gone too far, and continued to threaten to bite Charlie's butt. David was having a grand time. Charlie, not so much.
But my heart swelled to proportions unforeseen when David threatened to bite my butt, and Charlie, as fearful as he was, bristled, puffed out his chest, and turned to face his father and told him in no uncertain terms, "NO! Do not bite Mommy's butt!" I saw my 4 year old taking on a dragon to protect me!
My hero!
