I think I just might deserve it...
As I am making dinner, I can hear Dmitri happily playing in the living room. I walk into the living room as I make a phone call, to see him playing with my bulletin board. (It was propped up against my desk). He has successfully pulled out 3 tacks. And two of them are missing. These are sharp, needle like, and big tacks.
This is the part where I freak out. *Insert Caroline hyperventilating and frantically searching for missing TACKS.*
I found the first tack, IN HIS MOUTH. He was just as happy as he normally is, hanging out with a tack in his mouth. I had to wrangle him to get it. He was very proud of his accomplishment and wanted to keep the prize tack.
But the second tack was no where to be found. I'm ballistic as I call David to say, "I think our son swallowed a tack...I am the worst mom ever...we never should have reproduced...what were we thinking....I'm a failure at life...the world is ending."
I'm balling as I try to find the insurance card, picturing doctors whisking Dmitri away from me for emergency surgery, or life-threatening internal damage...
David calmly tells me to keep looking for the tack. So I take one more peek around the living room. It is no where to be found. Dmitri is staring quizzically at me, wondering why I'm crying so hard that the tears could have competed with the Water Ballet. In one last look before I jump in the car to get David and go to the ER, I found the tack! It was underneath the bulletin board.
And then I start crying all over again....
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