Well Grandma and Grandpa R. were in town this past weekend getting a little chill out of their Iowa lives (8 inches of snow yesterday) for a few days. Carrie went and picked them up at the airport on Friday afternoon and I decided I would watch Quentin and Lucky solo for the 90 minutes or so she was gone. Everything was working out pretty well. I had a happy baby and the dog was being his usual self, wishing he was getting more attention. Quentin has been spending more and more time on his tummy and I had him propped up on some pillows so he could attempt to get a toy just out of reach while I was working on a crossword puzzle on the other side of me. (Multi-tasking is the only way to accomplish anything these days). Well, Quentin is quite squirmy right now as he learns to creep, crawl and simply move around. He made a quick dart to the right and I wasn't prepared for such lightning quick movement. I wasn't sure but I thought I may have "got him" a bit. He seemed okay, no worse for the ware, so I didn't think anything of it. Well, about an hour later the Grandparents arrived and of course picked him right up and started smothering him with the kind of attention only grandparents can give when Grandpa R noticed something on his head. "Whoa, he's got a really big blue vein showing through on his head." Grandma says, "Is that really a vein?" Carrie being more cynical of my parenting skills coupled with a better understanding of what our child's head looks like, "What is that? Did you write on him with pen?" She is accusing dad of the year over here. "Umm, me? Are you asking me if I signed my kid's melon a la Cabbage Patch Kids (butt, but same difference)?" Me more sheepishly now as I ponder how I can excuse myself from writing on my child, "Hmmm, well, I sort of thought I may have got him but wasn't sure at the time." Well, I did. I scarred my kid with a line of blue ink about 3 inches long right across the back of his head. Totally busted. It's not something you can really spin like, "Honey, I was going to surprise you! Or I wasn't finished yet. It was going to be really cool but he wouldn't sit still long enough." I had to come clean. I am not fit to watch our child if one expects him to come home without some pen on him. Does this mean I won't be getting the $12/hour going rate for babysitting? Oh, right, that rate doesn't apply when it's your child. I guess I might need a refresher on my parenting class. They didn't cover rule number 127: Don't write (in ink) on your child's head without your wife's consent. We took a picture for all to see. It is today's picture of the day. Enjoy!
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