I took Ian with me to his soon-to-be daycare to drop off enrollment paperwork. I wasn't paying attention to him (he was holding my hand) and he had stuck his other fingers in the crack of the VERY heavy front door. It closed and of course that didn't feel too good. One finger was quite pinched, red and white, and he cried big fat tears.
I felt like a complete jerk...and especially in front of his new daycare ladies! The first note on his file will probably be "mom is inept!"
Re: Speaking of MOTY, that was me yesterday.