“You have cracks”

“You have cracks”

Last weekend Little Bear sat on my lap to put on his shoes.  In doing so he leant back, I leant forward and we cracked heads.  He’s clearly tougher than me, he just carried on whilst I clutched my head a bit back the tears.

Later that day I asked him about a bruise on his elbow.  One of many he as recently collected.  I then asked him if I had a bruise on my head from the head clash.

The response was perfect preschooler.

“No mummy, but you have cracks on your forehead.”

Oh.  Right.  Great.  I’ll just go and buy some polyfiller for them shall I?!