How to Slam a Two-Year-Old (Without Catching a Case)

☕ Filed under: Dad Life | Street Blessings Edition

You ever wake up, sip your coffee, and immediately feel like you’re about to body slam a toddler?

Yeah. Me neither…

But if I did… his name would rhyme with my son’s name and he’d be two years old, full of attitude, and built like a mini linebacker with zero chill.

Let’s be clear:

I’m not actually gonna slam him.

But the thought? It crossed my mind in full WWE slow motion.

That’s parenthood. That’s real.

But here’s the twist—

What you don’t do becomes your greatest flex.

You don’t snap.

You don’t fold.

You don’t repeat what was done to you.

You sip.

You breathe.

You reclaim the moment before it owns you.

Because that two-year-old?

He’s just a mirror.

Reflecting my frustration, my fatigue, my unfinished healing.

And somehow, he’s still smiling.

So yeah—I “slammed” him.

Right into a hug.

Right into a lesson.

Right into the story I’m typing now.

Because my son is the remix.

And I’m the reason this track hits different.

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