Weasel Of Doom

Was giving the kids a bath last night, and accidentally knocked off a shaving-cream-can-style bottle of Dino Purple Bath Foam from its perch next to the shower head onto DemonChild’s head. Poor DemonChild started to scream in pain. Squeektar started to scream in sympathy. DemonChild stopped after a couple minutes. Squeektar continued for another ten, with DemonChild now trying to comfort him. So today DemonChild is sporting a band-aid on his forehead, covering up a cut and a bruise. I feel like the worst mother ever.

Poor Jetta now has only one working side-view mirror. I broke the other one backing out of the garage. Go me :-(