it's all my fault...

Lukey has a fat lip tonight and it's my fault.

No, I didn't lay a finger on him...something much worse.

I cleaned the hardwood floor in the dining room with dusting spray (same effect as waxing).

I should have put up warning tape or orange cones or something, but I didn't. And when I called Luke to come to the table for dinner, he came running (literally) to obey, hit the hardwood... and wiped out. Let's just say, when I saw his face bounce off the floor and knew it was gonna be bad. Sure enough, I scooped him up to find his mouth all bloody. We put an ice cube in a wet paper towel on it for a while, and eventually he stopped crying, but of course, was not interested in supper at the moment. So I threw his nuggets (standard baseball night fare) into a baggie and we took it along as we raced out the door. He eventually decided he was up for eating, and life has returned to normal - except for the swollen, purple bottom lip.

I didn't think to take a picture earlier... We'll see how it looks til morning, and maybe you'll get to see the evidence of my foolishness. That will teach me to attempt to clean...