I got bitch slapped.

Yes that is right, by my 17 month old son.  Every night the past few weeks he has been a little squirmy wormy after we sing songs.  I always ask him for a hug and kiss, before he goes in his crib and usually he does this and normally gives me extra long hugs....which of course I soak in.  Last night I asked him for a hug and he flipped out on me, trying to get out of my arms.  Oh no, I was getting my hug and kiss! So after that I asked again and this just made him even more mad.  So he looked at me...and slapped me.  Right across the face...hard.  I was stunned and after I realized what he did, I said no Logan we do NOT hit and I smacked him on his hand.  That did not seem to bother him, he just kept on throwing a fit in my arms.  I held him until he calmed down and kept asking for a hug and kiss.  He FINALLY did.  After I walked out of his room I told my husband Logan had slapped me.  He said, he didn't mean to and I know he didn't, but it hurt my heart a little....ok a lot.  What happened to my sweet baby boy?
This morning he woke up and came in the bathroom while I was getting ready and I asked him for a hug and kiss and he gladly did.  Ok, my heart is full again. 

My SWEET boy.  Well...MOSTof the time.