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TIFU by hitting my two toddlers with one flying candy bar

TIFU twice, actually.

We work from home upstairs while our children are cared for downstairs. We interact sometimes, but most of the time we keep things separate because the coming and going really messes with attachment issues.

My husband left the office and I was thinking “I really need a lollipop.”

Thankfully, my husband yelled from our bedroom down the hall “Do you need anything?” and I stupidly yelled back from the office “Yeah, my lollipops, they’re in my bed side table!”

My three and four year olds downstairs heard this and started hollering and chanting “LOLLIPOPS” over and over and I came to the top of the stairs and their caretaker looked at me like “thanks a lot” and I’m sure somewhere my boss was thinking “get those kids quiet” so I had the ABSOLUTELY brilliant idea to toss them each a mini butterfinger down the stairs, but I misjudged and it hit the three year old in the head, it bounced off, and hit her brother in the eye, and they both collapsed in tears on the floor 😭

I said “I LOVE YOU, ENJOY YOUR CANDY” and made a hasty rush back to my office.

TL:DR I toyed with my toddlers’ emotions by letting them know I had lollipops they couldn’t have, and then injuring them with flying candy bars.

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