You Know You're A Mom When: Broken Glass Edition
You know you're a mom when silence makes your mom-dar go crazy.
Here's a fun story for your Friday night… Wednesday, I got to Sarah's house after work, and she was in the middle of a semi-freakout, running down to a neighbor's house to get bandaids. She almost laughed when she saw me, because I had shown up at the exact wrong moment.
We got to her apartment, and Sarah's husband is sitting in the front room with Monkey on his lap. Evidently, just a few minutes earlier, Monkey had gotten a glass vase from Sarah's table (she swore it was on the back of the table) broke it, and was playing in the shards! He was in her craft room, and nobody heard the glass breaking—Sarah's husband told her, "Oh, he's just playing quietly in the other room." This is what the vase looked like… the vase is clear, orangy-red is Monkey's blood!
He ended up with three bandaids on his fingers, which seemed to be getting off easy, because his legs were smeared with blood, and nobody could tell just how cut up he was. He actually didn't seem to care at all until Sarah saw him and started freaking out!
As you can tell, I'm forcing him to show his bandaids to the camera… He didn't like that very much. He wanted to take his bandaids off before bed, and I tried to peel them off for him, but they were so overlapped with his tiny fingers that I couldn't do it!
Now, you can't even tell where the cuts were… Oh, we're entering the age of having a little boy, all right…