A toddler returns home from daycare with a bad diaper rash. He is somehow predisposed to getting blistery rashes on his inner thighs if poo sits on his delicate bum for more than 30-seconds.
A husband swears that all the child needs is a large band-aid and some neosporin. A wife goes to a local drug store to purchase the miracle items and leaves husband to bathe the wounded toddler and to supervise the required air-dry time afterwards (and to clean up the inevitable pee all over the floor).
The wife returns home and the couple decides to bandage and diaper the child as a team-effort. The toddler is restless. Being naked is fun. Getting medicine on your leg with a sticky band-aid half the size of your leg is not fun. The Wife decides to sing 'Row Your Boat' to the toddler while the husband secures the band-aid and diaper.
The toddler loves this song. He loves it so much, the Wife wonders if he's ever heard this before. She had no idea that this was such a giggle-inducing melody. She decides to sing it again. Toddler giggles are awesome.
And then....
The toddler grabbed the neosporin and rammed it into his mother's eye. It hurt her like a &^%$! She instantly grabs her eye and stops singing. The toddler immediately said "Shorry! Shorry Momma!"
The Wife informs Husband that she's pretty sure she's going to have a black eye in the morning. He dismisses her. The Wife then removes her hand from her eye and reveals the blood pouring out.
Husband gasps and quickly advises Wife, "You should really put some neosporin on that."
The Wife declines.
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| Posing with the Perp. |
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| The morning after... it's super shiny up close. |
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