Tuesday, October 7, 2008

In The Line of Fire


That was me.

This morning.

When Olivia was trying to put the cap on her pen.

How did it happen?

I don't know exactly.

I just know that the felt tip end shot in my direction.

And made direct contact.

With my forehead.

In purple ink.

The children laughed.

Wouldn't you?

I'm glad they are "washable".

VERY
glad.

5 comments:

Morgan said...

That is hilarious!!! And, very impressive!

Where's the picture? :)

Momma Bug said...

HA!
Wish I'd of thought of that - humbling as it might have been to record that, it might have been nice to have for posterity sake!

Glad to see you again Morgan - hope things are going well in your house full of men!

Have you looked at my friend Faith's blog Blessed Quietness?
She is my sis in law's sister and has five boys under seven at present!
She keeps me in stitches with their antics:-)

Ashley said...

How funny!!!

Emmy said...

LOL!!!!

Diane said...

I was going to ask the same thing...about the picture...lol.

That is so funny! Good thing it wasn't a sharpie, huh?!