A Punch In The Nose

 

A Punch in the Nose

Tommy punched me in the nose.  When I saw the blood on my shirt, I ran home crying to mom.  She said “You poor thing” as she cleaned my face.  Then she held me in her arms until my tears stopped, singing “Hush little baby, don’t you cry.”  That night she gave me ice cream and let me stay up late.  When she tucked me in, she said “Don’t worry baby, I’ll always be here to keep you safe.”

The next day Tommy said “I’m sorry I punched you yesterday. Are you okay?”  I told him I was better than okay.  I told him how mom fixed me up, held me close, and spoiled me with all her love and attention. 

So he asked me to punch him in the nose.