Baby proof clearly does not equal little man proof.
There I was standing in the kitchen making the little man's breakfast while he was playing ever so nicely with his step stool, a basket, and a metal toy truck.
Then came the scream. Then I saw the blood. Gasp. This is what I was left with.
When I say that these pictures don't even do justice to how bad this looks, that would be the understatement of the year.
The worst part is the looks that people gave me as we walked for our morning cup of joe. I can't even imagine what The Husband is going to say when he gets home.
I know, I know, "shit happens" as my Mother in Law said after seeing him on Skype this morning, and yes "boys will be boys" as my other friend said. But I still can't help feeling like I did something wrong, and now I have this constant reminder on that sweet little face that is breaking my heart.
The Little Man is quite resilient and has gone about his day not realizing what kind of horror show is on the left side of his face. Thank God I have the sitter today so he can stay home and "hide out."
Tomorrow I'm expecting some bruises and there is a 90% chance of a black eye.
Oh today I am feeling like quite the Bad Mommy.