Daddy's Been Whacked Too

Shortly before dinner, I heard a loud cry in the dining room. Our son was balancing a large plastic straining bowl on top of the rice maker and it fell over and smacked him in the face. Normally, I would comfort him then say, "That's why we don't do that." My wife reminded me that I am an "I told you so" kind of Dad, so instead I told him, "When I was a boy, I used to try and balance things like that. Sometimes they would fall and whack Daddy on the nose too." To my surprise, he busted up laughing. Then he ran to Mommy and repeated to her word-for-word what I just told him. I guess the thought of me getting whacked in the nose when I was a kid was enough to make the pain go away.