I was wrestling with Troy upstairs today. After knocking me to the floor, he decided to add insult to injury and sat on my face. I was immediately sent back to the trauma of my childhood. I had a flashback of my brother sitting on my face and flatulating. I could still feel my cheeks vibrating, as I struggled to breathe. And here I was thirty-five years later being subjected to the same abuse, but this time by my three-year old son. Let me tell you that it's not as easy as it seems to lift 40 lbs of dead weight off your face, but adrenaline kicked in as my panic grew, and I managed to get him off...only for him to sit on me again. I did the only thing I knew at this point, the same thing I did to my brother so many year ago, and I bit Troy on the backside. Unlike my brother who howled in pain and immediately disembarked from my head, Troy merely giggled. I guess he couldn't really feel it through his thick, puffy diaper!
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