On Monday one of my 4-year-olds punched me in the eye.
On Tuesday I dropped her on her head.
On Wednesday her classmate hit her with the door, leaving a neat, red goose-egg on her temple.
Yesterday one of my pre-k students, a disrespectful little pill, tried to high-five my hand hard enough to hurt me but pulled his own hand back with his mouth in a shocked "O" expression, having only managed to hurt himself. Because I'm bigger and tougher, and I maintain that I am Superman for that class.
I can't wait to see what today brings.
Inspired by a friend with a broken leg, I committed myself to running every weekday this month. But for the first Friday, I've been doing it. It hurts, but I am awesome. :0)