Today Evan has pulled my hair, head-butted me and smacked me in the face with toys. He has bit the nipple in his mouth while pinching the spare. He has pooped on me and wiped a boogie on my shoulder. He even stabbed me in the toe with a steak knife. Now that Monday is out of the way, I can’t wait to see what Tuesday has to offer.
Why did Evan have a steak knife?
That was the first thing that stuck in my mind as well… Steak Knife???
Everything else… yeah, gotta love kids… to be able to take the abuse.
I was loading the dishwasher and he grabbed it out of the tray. I grabbed his hand and the knife dropped into my toe like a reverse “Sword in the Stone”. Or, as Doug would say, I wasn’t watching Evan close enough.