Hey, BillyGoatBoy! Enough with the head butting. I don't know where you picked this up, but you're going to end up in a plastic gerbil ball if it doesn't quit. (My theory based on my lack of experience with boys -- read into that whatever you like -- is that it has to be a boy thing.)
You've hit me so hard in the mouth you've drawn blood and I thought one of my teeth was knocked loose. I also thought you'd broken my nose on more than one occasion. I have actually told my coworkers that if I show up to work with a black eye, broken nose or swollen lip, not to call the cops on my husband. It's just little BamBam. It was very embarrassing to admit that my 20-month old beats me up.
I thought you'd finally managed a trip to hospital tonight. You threw a full-on tantrum running at me head first. Unfortunately you timed this perfectly with my opening the refrigerator door. You've got a lump on your head so big now that your great-grandmother is referring to you as "The Unicorn".
Unicorns are not manly, bro.
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