Dear Sassypants…

…You nearly gave your mother a heart attack tonight. You were off playing in the bedroom and were quiet for a bit so I decided to check on you. As I walked into the hallway I saw the bathroom light on and the door open. It shouldn’t have been open but evidently one of your brothers forgot to close it. I saw your chubby little toes peeking out and smiled as I pushed the door fully open.

Then I gaped in horror as I saw blood dripping from your finger tips and smeared on your legs. I scooped you up ready to call 911 when a familiar pungent smell hit my nose and I suddenly noticed the bottle of bright red nail polish lying spilled on the ground around where you had been sitting. I smelled your fingers and breathed a huge, heaving sigh of relief.

As I doused a rag in nail polish remover and wiped you down I thanked my lucky stars you were okay. And then as I washed you off with soap and water after that I wondered how in the heck you ever figured out how to unscrew the lid of a nail polish bottle in the first place. And why in the world you fixed your eye upon bright gleaming red as opposed to the other twenty three bottles of non-blood looking colors in the cupboard.

I suppose I’ll never know.