Picture it

Morning Guy promises me 5 minutes to change out of work clothes without the Plum hanging on me. I go to our bedroom. Clothes are not even off.

Hear crying.

CRYING. GETTING. LOUDER. AND. CLOSER.

Morning Guy and Plum round the corner. Blood running down Plum's chin from his mouth.

Me: lip or tongue?

Morning Guy: Don't know, he won't let me look.

(All crying ceases, as the hair dryer catches Plum's attention.)

Me: Oh well, it can't be that bad if he has stopped crying.

This the moment when I knew I was officially a "Boy Mom."

Love, The Cuddler