A few weeks ago, in the kitchen just before dinnertime, Middle Child, who likes to help, suddenly and with heart-stopping alarm, blurted out, "Mommy, what happened to Dewi's head?!"
And in a fit to find out, I sliced through the webbing that connects my thumb to my index finger (just kidding!). Sorry.
What I meant to say was that I dropped everything (literally on the counter) and rushed over to assess the situation. And then burst out laughing. (No, not because I'm a psycho.)
It turns out that earlier in the day, when I had planted a big smooch on top of Dewi's head (as I often do), I left a big ole lipstick stain as evidence. :)
What you should take away from this is: Be sure and clean the bloody smooches off your pooch, lest you frighten an unsuspecting child.
Now, have a bloody great weekend!