Ok, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just thought I'd keep with the pattern of the last two posts.
Moving on.
So I showered with Emerson last night, which, by the way, is one of the funnest things in the world. We splashed and played and cuddled under the warm water. So fun. Anyway, after I was done I got out and E kept playing in the tub. I started to put on my unders when I looked over and made a goofy face at him. He chuckled and continued to suck on whatever was in his hand. Well, because I'm blind, I didn't realize what it was until I thoroughly squinted.
Lo, and behold: a razor.
AAAHHH!
Forget the hygiene part of it, that's dangerous! While promptly snatching it from his pudgy hands, I had my unders hanging from my hands and proceeded to dunk them in the water, and then drip them across the floor with razor in hand. Thanks go to my hair dryer for getting my unders back in wearable condition. And even more thanks go to the angels who kept my sweet boy safe while I didn't.
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