Thalia wanted my attention while I was getting Sage dressed this morning. Frustrated, Thalia popped the baby on the top of her head, palm open. It was not enough to hurt, but enough that I reacted, instinctively.

And did it right back to Thalia.

I shocked her. I shocked myself.

“You don’t like it when I do this to you, right?” I said, fighting back my own tears. She shook her head. “Well that’s why we don’t do it to Sage.”

She didn’t cry. I think she was too stunned. She hugged me. She hugged Sage.

And I felt like shit.