Infant Instruments of Torture

I guess it's about time we came clean. We feared child protective services were on to us. The reason we have no close up pics from the Moye visit in the previous post?? Young Caden had a gash on his wee forehead, right between the eyes.

We decided to let jr play with a teething toy. Ya, I know, teeth aren't due for months. Nothing wrong with priming the gums tho. The teether is a hard plastic cross between a chicken and a giraffe with dangling soft fuzzy balls. For feet...c'mon now. The only flaw we could see in the plan was that Caden doesn't really hold anything yet. Fortunately this particular toy comes with a handle. So Gayle decides to kinda cram Caden's hand through the handle and test how long he can hold the toy. He held steady for a good seven seconds, then swiftly smacked himself between the eyes creating a blood riddled onesie nightmare. Poor guy was stunned.

We've learned to be more careful with our decisions and we're happy to report he is in no danger of being called scarface.