Lunch started innocently enough.
Jake hasn't been eating too much lately, he's a little bit of a lightweight right now with the whole teething thing. But, he always loves a good half of a PB&J.
When he's done eating, I sit him on the counter, next to the sink, and clean him off. Per the usual, he's got stuff going on all over his face.
I'm trying, with most gentle version of scrubbing, to get blueberry preserves off his forehead. It was really on there! Like, paint! I just couldn't figure out how to get it off without scrubbing freakishly hard, which is something I, obviously, don't want to do to our toddler.
I got the water a little warmer, hoping that might break it up. Nothing. I got a little bit of fingernail action on it. Nothing.
It was a bruise.
I was scrubbing a small bruise on our child's forehead.
:::palm to forehead, V8 style:::
But, he was handling it like a champ! He just kept playing with my spatulas. I had no warning!
At that matters is that we laughed about it, right?!