Saturday morning I was out with the girls at a playground, killing some time while A browsed the used books at McKay's.
J was playing hide and seek, and at some point as I was running around I clocked my head on a set of monkey bars. I smacked it pretty hard and couldn't get off the ground for a few seconds for the stars dancing around. Both girls piled up on top of me, J saying, "Are you going to be okay?" and C exclaiming, "I sorry, daddy, it'll be okay!"
I have to admit, even though it wasn't all that bad (my head is used to such clumsy maneuvers, thankfully) I had to sit there a little longer to enjoy the sympathetic attention from the girls. The fact that I get to hang out with such silly, sweet little girls on a regular basis is an indescribable joy.