As promised, the harrowing tale of parental supervision gone wrong!

One afternoon Josh was watching Jacob while I got ready to go somewhere. I was blow-drying my hair when Josh knocked on the door.

“You shouldn’t leave me in charge.” He said.
“What?! What do you mean?! Did something happen?!”
“He’s fine, but yes, something bad happened.”
“…?”
“Well he was playing under the table Nd I realized all of a sudden that it was really quiet.”
“…?”
“He was eating. A snail.”
“WHAT?!?!”
“Um, yeah. Sorry.”
“I think I’m going to barf.”
“…don’t worry. I took care of him. I got him all cleaned up.”
“But how did he get a snail? Under the table?!”
“You’re the one who cleans around here. How should I know how snails get in the house?”*

Right then, little Jacob comes toddling up to me. He gives me his biggest, dimply smile.

There are pieces if snail stuck in his bottom teeth.

“JOSH!!”
“…I guess I missed some.”

*I am not perfect, but I guarantee that snail was not inside the house. I’m quite certain it was carried in by the baby who later ate said snail. Just for the record.