My mom and dad were over last night after DH left town to go hunting for the weekend. Taylor went to bed around 7. Mom, Brooke and I were sitting at the table eating. I was sitting directly across from Brooke. Dad was pestering me, joking around and started poking me in the arm. He KNOWS I hate this. He used to do this when I was younger. It's his version of ticking.
DISCLAIMER - he never pokes out of maliciousness or meanness, just playing around, but it HURTS!
He knows I hate it, and hasn't done it in years, so I don't know what possessed him last night. I instantly got mad and said DON'T POKE ME! Brooke gave my dad this look and said "You. Don't. Hurt. Mommy." All three of us just sat there and looked at her with our mouths wide open. And then I just started laughing. You know that laugh where you're laughing so hard it's silent? Well she must have thought I was crying that she just kept giving him this awful stern look, and my dad was telling me to stop with this plaintive tone his voice like it was killing him.
Oh lord it was so funny. I had to pull myself together and tell her I was okay that I was just laughing and thank her for looking out for me.
Guess you just had to be there.
Re: My daughter, my protector. LOL.
Oh goodness, that's so sweet! See now, why can't they be like that all the time?
Thank you for sharing that - might not be my story, but that's one that I'm going to use when I'm at my wits end too, I think.