Your two-year old is crying but you cannot tell exactly where the sound is coming from.
Then, being a Super Observant Parent, you notice the blood droplets on the floor. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, they conveniently lead you straight to him.
(It was a nose bonk from roughhousing with his brother. He's fine.)
See my nomination buttons up there on the left? A Hottest Mommy Blogger nomination on the day I post about how old my hands look and how I'm a Giant Post-Menopausal EMOTION. And a Best Parenting Blog nod when I have a post scheduled about "How To Find Your Baby By Following His Blood Trail."
Irony is Awesome.
Only YOU can make this irony complete though, by clicking on those buttons and keeping me from completely washing out over there among the Big Blogs. You have to register, but really, if you are here reading this you clearly have nothing better to do right? (It only takes a second - no lie.)
I thank you in advance for your vote and I'll happily kiss your baby as soon as I see you again or for the first time.