Tonight, after being away from 6a until 6:30p, I came home. I was very excited to see Lex. I'd talked about him to my mom all day...all the way to the covered bridge festival and all the way home. Just last night I got a little too cocky and thought, "Maybe he's growing out of this 'I hate mommy' phase". Yeah. He hit me in the arm tonight with a train, while it was in his hand. It left two distinct marks and a cut on my arm. And while I held him (because SITTING in time out was apparently out of the question), he repeated at the top of his lungs over and over, "I want you to get away from me. I want Daddy".
*sigh* I'm pretty sure that hurts as bad as a swift kick the junk for a man.