May 14, 2010 11:04
Just when I got to a point where I was feeling more confident in my pseudo-mothering skills... Nathan and I had been getting along pretty well the last couple days, he'd finger paint while I was working and we were actually kind of bonding, until last night...
When he threw a plate at my head.
It didn't hit me, thankfully, but the plate shattered against the wall and a couple of shards nicked my arms and the side of my face. Hopefully they won't scar, but if they do... I guess they'll just be battle wounds, haha~
He apologized after he saw that he'd hurt me though and has been fine since. I'm kind of terrified of him now...[deleted;]
All of this over saying no to "fish sticks" for dinner. Which just... no. No. Well, and me not watching some 'magic trick' for the millionth time in a row.
Oh, well, whatever. Long story short and lesson learned? I'll be using paper plates from now on~
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