Blood. Lots of blood.
It had been quiet for two hours. We both thought he was napping.
What he was actually doing was taking off a lampshade, unscrewing the light blub, breaking it, and playing with the broken glass.
We are fantastic parents.
J freaked. I didn't. J was so bummed out by my reaction that he insisted we take pictures so we could freak out my mother.
I am so seasoned. Bring it on.