Recently E came home from her mother’s place with a small round vase attached to a large suction cup. The idea is that you can stick it to a window with the suction cup and put a single flower in the vase as a cute decorative item. We haven’t yet gotten around to finding a flower though.
Last night I was working on the computer when M called out, “Look, Mom!” He had the thing suctioned onto his forehead, and was quite pleased at having a vase dangling off his face.
I was so caught up in my ludicrously complex spreadsheet that the first thought to slowly churn through my brain was, “He’s fidgeting with E’s vase again, and she already told him not to, and will this kid ever stop fidgeting with things.” It took a good 2 minutes before “He’s going to give himself a giant hickey” actually churned on through, at which point it was too late. He’s now got a nice round bruise, slightly off-center. At least the bandaid next to it covering a large zit is a bit of a distraction. But I don’t think we’ll be taking a family Christmas photo any time soon.