Mom of the year — volume 536

I'm not sure why the kids always wait until we have company to have their most horrible accidents. But they do.

For instance, my mother-in-law is in town. She's a lovely woman.

So I'm sure Penny waited until she was here to try this. In fact, this is one accident I've always been afraid of happening. I have actually yelled at Steve many, many times in an effort to train him to do just one thing — put his razor away.

Here's the funny little kicker. My razor wasn't put away. And when Penny took her nightly trip to the potty, and lingered a little longer than necessary, we didn't think much of it. We were busy chit-chatting the evening away.

But then she walked out, as if caught red handed, or rather red-lipped. Apparently, she tried to shave her lips off.

((I'll pause here until the shivers stops.))

The cuts weren't too bad, and mostly superficial, but nobody wants to see their 3-year-old leave the bathroom with blood pouring out of her mouth. She wasn't so much hurt as very, very afraid of being punished for using something she knew was off limits. To think it was my fault for leaving the razor out. Ugh... It's just too much guilt and grossed-out-ness to handle.

Steve on the other hand, was just a little happy (after the initial shock, of course) this mini-tragedy did not fall on him, after 5 years of yelling for him to put that damn razor away. Instead, this burden landed squarely on the shoulders of the yeller, i.e. me.

Still, there was a lot of blood. Seldom does justice cause such a case of the willies.