A horriblest wild experience that is now over, I hope

No emotion ever came faster and more furious through my entire being than today’s situation where my daughter abruptly screamed out. I turned quickly on my heel to see a toddler slapping and punching my daughter in the face! I began to holler across the day care room as the one lady swooped down and pulled my daughter from harm’s way. I gripped the sign out binder until my knuckles turned white and my chest hove under my orange shirt. As my daughter quieted down in the woman’s arms, I slowly filled up my bags, deliberately put my daughter into the stroller and moved quickly from the room without saying much more to anyone there.

The image of this little boy attacking my daughter with his pudgy little fists and beady blue eyes seared itself into my mind’s eye as I poured her into the car seat and dialed my wife. We commiserated for some time before I eventually called the day care director and told her in no uncertain terms that a report would be written regarding the situation. She assured me all would be well, as I fingered the long scrape down my daughter’s left jaw line.

I wondered if I should tell the little boy’s mother, and my own mother reminded me that once she attempted to drown me when I, when I was that little boy’s age, attacked a little girl and bit her face! I rue the supreme being that shot karma from their superior weapons back onto my life 30 years after my first infraction.

I promised my little daughter that next time anything like that happens, she has my permission to kick the living shit out of him before I rip his little pudgy arm from its socket. Now I feel better.