I want a refund on the third eye I’m supposed to have in the back of my head.
There was the time I turned to test the bath water and the baby’s hand got smashed in the toilet seat. (Bye bye, fingernail!)
Then there was the time that the preschooler climbed the sink to eat a half tube of Crest sparkle toothpaste. (Hello again, french toast!)
Now the baby is climbing on top of toys and play chairs. The preschooler is getting more creative about reaching things up high. They’re everywhere! They’re getting higher and higher, which means there are longer falls to fall. Soon they’ll both be on bikes and running loose around the yard, playing tag and climbing trees…
It’s scary, man.
But I guess that’s the Boy Mom gig. What’s the wildest mischief your littles have made?