Thursday, July 09, 2009
Not My Finest Hour
4:46 pm Half of Sam's face is engulfed by a giant canine tongue.
4:53 pm Half of Sam's face breaks out in hives due to said canine tongue.
5:02 pm Shouting, "I cut! I cut!" I turn around to see Sam holding a 10 inch serrated knife he got from the dishwasher.
5:02:30 pm While putting knife away I hear, "Knife! Knife," and Sam hands me a second cutting instrument.
5:10 pm Turn around quickly without seeing Sam and knock him to the floor.
5:14 pm Sam reaches into trash can and pulls out a single piece of pasta I had thrown away while cleaning the fridge.
5:21 pm John returns home and takes Sam to the playground. I note that this might not be a Donna Reed afternoon for me.