Setting a Bad Example

I oopsed. Is that a word? Is now. The other day Boog lost one of his bakugan cards under the fridge. I couldn't even see it, but he and the neighbor girl swore it was there. I couldn't find my yard stick, which I often use to retrieve things from under the fridge, as well as to clean all the dust and stuff that gets under there. It was no where to be found. I grabbed a large knife out of the drawer, with the safety shield still on, and tried to dislodge the card, that I couldn't even see. It didn't work, I put the knife away (most of the sharp knives are in a knife block on top of the fridge, but this one won't fit, so it's tucked on the side of the "fancy silverware" drawer). I didn't think anymore about it. I ended up pulling the fridge away from the wall, and the kids found the card behind it.


Two days later, Puddin Pop loses a pencil under the fridge. It just rolled right on under. Since we have a gazillion pencils, I told her to get another and i would get it later. I realized after 5 minutes or so, that it was really quiet...too quiet. I called from the living room to PP and asked what she was doing. She said she was trying to get the pencil. I again told her I'd get it after a while. Imagine my horror when she came into the living room...with this

Knife in one hand, protective cover in the other, she proclaimed "It won't work." I knew exactly what she was referring to, Hubster looked at me puzzled. I quickly took the knife and put it in the drawer, vowing to get some child safety equipment to keep said drawer locked. I then removed the pencil with a handy tinker toy stick (hoping she catch that) and went right over to pour a glass of wine...to calm my nerves.

Bad Mommy. Bad, bad!