K mommy?

I changed Mia's diaper on her bedroom floor, she ran into the hall. I laid back and closed my eyes, only for a second, I was quickly woken with a stabbing poke to the stomach with a mop, and a two year old on the other end. "K mommy?" she says "yes Mi, mommy is ok." We then giggle because it's hysterical that you just got poked with a mop and asked if you were ok, not to mention she then starts to swing the mop around her tiny body. And as I type this standing at my desk, Mia is poking me yet again. But this time saying "butt... butt... butt" god I love this job.