5 year old delivers double fist punch to the balls
Noah has Autism Spectrum Disorder, or what most of our family seems to refer to as " that thing they don't understand or care enough to learn about." It turns out that Autism must lead to very early morning cravings for Cheetos becase at 3:30am, Noah awoke and DEMANDED THEM.
Cheetos did in fact exist in my house but I foolishly decided to exercise good parenting over good sleeping. I said, "No." Then I closed my eyes and tried to sleep over the maniacal shouting that followed. Just as I was about to doze off, my dear, loving, gentle, angel-like son Double Fist punched me in the balls. While in complete agony, as if an
Homage to Mortal Kombat finishing moves, he grabbed my freshly kicked baby making parts, squeezed, and TWISTED.
Needles to say, I've been sure to keep a supply of all cheesy chip varieties on hand from now on.
Posted by Chase Roper