Tonight The Mayor pushed Rooster's face down into the bath water and held it there. K and I were sitting right next to the tub and were able to rescue her right away. It only lasted a second but it shook me up.
The instinct to protect my children is so incredibly fierce and my love for them overpowering -- so what a schizophrenic feeling to face one of my children as the most serious threat to the other one's safety. Poor little Roo. All she wants in the world is to keep up with her brother and what does she get?
It was all fun and games that led to her face being held under water. While I was
sneaking time on the computer cleaning the house, K was bathing the tots. He was happily teaching The Mayor to say,
" I want to be part of a hegemonic super power that disregards human rights all over the world."They were having so much fun.
Then Rooster and The Mayor were playing together so sweetly that K called me in to watch.
Happy, happy, joy, joy...DUNK.
Roo came up sputtering and crying. She was fine. Startled, but fine.