Last night I was wrestling with the kids on the floor. Caleb came up from behind me and smashed my nose and mouth with a mega-slap. It wasn't intentionally hurtful; he was just really wound up. Well, Katy started laughing, and I saw a potential lesson about laughing at other peoples' pain. I told her that it hurt Mommy, and that it's not funny if someone gets hurt. (I'm sure my dad would find this ironic/hypocritical coming from me, since I can never contain my laughter when he stubs his toe. Anyway...)
She said, "Well, it IS funny to ME."
Dag-nabbit. This parenting thing is tough.