Today Maggie and I were playing her favorite game in which she places her hands on my face and I pretend to try and bite them before she pulls her hands away. She was laughing hysterically. I was really getting into it, growling and the whole bit.
And then I bit her.
I bit her little fingers. Pretty hard, too. I didn't mean to. Honest I didn't. And she looked at me like I had betrayed her and she screamed. I felt horrible. I mean, who bites their own child on the hand? A lioness? Certainly not a human.
Just when I was about to add my name to the list of the worst moms in history, Maggie put her hands back on my face to play the game again. So, she wasn't destroyed by my mistake. She was willing to give me another chance. And most importantly, she still loved me.
Maggie, gosh, I really love you.