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.
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