Love is a battlefield!

Sam and I were in Sammy's room spending time with him before bed. I was on the couch and Sam was laying on the floor, tickling my feet. Let me just say that I have told Sam that I am too old to be tickled! I am 30 for crying out loud! He continues to tickle me constantly and some times to the point I pee my pants a little. Ridiculous!

Me: Seriously babe, you better stop!
Sam: Or what?
Me: Or I am gonna smack you in the face!
Sam: (Scoffs) Babe, you aren't going to smack nobody's nothing.
Me: Oh yes I will!!

He tickles my feet again and I dive off the couch towards him. I am giving him the beating of his life when in self defense he picks up Sammy's Giraffe and hits me in the head.

CRACK! The metal windup part is what hits my head. It hurt soooo bad! I touched it and then saw blood on my fingers. I pounded him again a few times for making me bleed and ran to the bathroom. I was crying! LOL It really hurt! I get there and there is blood trickling down in two fat streaks from my hairline to my eyebrows. Seeing it makes me wanna barf so I look down. Then I sit down on the tub, still crying by the way! Then I start seeing pink. Blood had gotten into my eye! GAG! I wanted to throw up so bad.

Sam came in and his doctor instincts kicked in I guess because he ran and got his medical bag. He was doing all sorts of stuff to my head but I was trying not to hurl all over the bathroom. After the bleeding stopped we put Sammy into bed and went back to our room. I went to his desk to see why he wasn't talking to me. He looked up at me with those big brown eyes weld up with tears and he said, "I'm just sad that I hurt you." LOLOLOLOL Bless his tender heart he felt so bad! I tried to make jokes and he kept telling me to stop. I didn't even get a chance to milk it! He asked me if I wanted him to put a few stitches in it. "ARE YOU CRAZY?!?!? HEEEEECK NO!!! You've lost your mind!!" After my dramatic reaction he finally laughed about it.

Even though it was definitely in my top five most painful accidents of my life I am fine. To prove there was no hard feelings I brought Sam a big glass of ice cold water...which I dumped on his head while he was in the shower. (Insert evil laugh here)