I wish that I could share with you the true experience of what is happening in my house right now. Particularly for any of you that feel like you’re failing at motherhood. If you had asked me 12 years ago when Little I was born to predict this event, I surely could not have.

After dinner, I went out to the back deck and Little I joined me. The setting sun bounced of his wee nose, revealing a little blackhead. Little gives me more joy than a clean nose, so I sent him upstairs for the blackhead extractor. The 2 mm blackhead in question was indeed extracted.

And Little I has spent the last 30 min chasing TD around the house with it, threatening to wipe it on her.

At one point I heard him yell at her, “Wait!!! Why are you taking your clothes off?!?!”

“Because now you can’t take a video of you torturing me because it’ll be child pornography,” she replied.

I was not prepared to handle this situation, but I’m highly impressed by the depth of TD’s self-preservation skills.