This morning I was minding my own business. Nate had taken the girls on a "date" to Macey's to get ice cream. Charlie was up in his room playing. I was making a few phone calls when I heard a terrible scream upstairs. My pulse started racing and I ran as quickly as I could to see what the problem was. Now I have to say that there are a few times as a mom that you make split-second decisions that can either make you a good mom or a...not bad, but less than good...mom. This was one of those moments. I took one look at Charlie, who seemed sure that he wasn't going to live to tell the sad tale of his misfortune, and I turned the other direction to get the camera. Here's why:
And yes, that IS a Dora the Explorer toddler bathroom seat stuck on Charlie's head. After I took a few really good shots, then I helped Charlie get it off. Maybe he'll learn that toilet seats don't make good necklaces.