…that first time your daughter inadvertently smacks you in the junk and you go through these stages:
Shock – she #%+ing hit me!
Anger – she almost met God.
Pain – you try not to cry in front of her.
Remorse – as you rock back and forth and your stomach starts to ache.
Determination – not to slip out of consciousness.
Relief – and the realization that you actually called her unsavory names in your head.