Emma: Momma, I hut my hand in da baffroom.
Me: You did? Lemme see…
Me: Yeah, you did. What happened?
Emma: *blank stare*
I had a motherly premonition and Hub’s razor sitting on the bathroom counter flashed in my mind.
Me: EMMA… were you playing with Daddy’s razor?
Emma: *eyes get wider and she frowned*
My mom: What in the world were you shaving, honey?
Emma: Ummmm… my hand.
Whaaaaaaaat? I got nuthin’. No idea why.
No. Idea.
(Just to save you an e-mail, we had a very serious and lengthy discussion about why we don’t shave our hands. Or play with razors. I was Scary Mommy.)
We had the same discussion here after Sam cut off most of his bangs and part of his forehead. Lesson learned on both our parts.
aw, look at the face. Glad it was only a little boo boo.
That's the "OH CRAP HOW DOES SHE KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING?!" face.
I was once babysitting a 2 year old and she made it to the bathroom and chewed…CHEWED on a shaver. I freaked out and from then on I always walked through the house after the parents left checking for hidden dangers. (She didn't cut herself at all!)
My kids decided to slice his own watermelon. Five stitches later…
hi there! love your blog! i live in mississippi too, and i found you through barbie's tweet!
i'm following along now. have a great day!
That face says, "I'm not supposed to tell you what I was doing cuz you're not supposed to know but I've got a boo boo that needs fixing so could you just kiss it and try not to ask questions? Please?" I just found your blog throuth Circle of Moms (yeah was there to vote for someone else, sorry) and I'm happy to have found you. By the way, that whole doll in the fridge thing would have given me a heart attack!