Well, the other day Conor was doing flips on our bed, showing off how talented he is... one of his landings was not exactly a good one and he hit the back of his head on the foot board of the bed. Of course Jeff and I both rushed over to look at it, I was holding him, rubbing the back of his head and I said, "We should get you some medicine, it will make you feel worse."
Yeah, ummm, I really did mean to say better.. and I have no clue why I would have said that! So, Jeff gave me a really odd look and smacked my shoulder (as if to say "What is wrong with you, telling him that??"), so I tried to correct myself...
"I mean better. Medicine will make you feel better!"
Then I realized what I had said and I started laughing.
So, yeah... while Conor sat there with tears streaming down his face, I was laughing... I could not stop. Bad, bad, bad Mommy. Jeff just looked at me as if I had lost my mind.