do you ever have days where you feel like you have utterly failed as a parent?
today fox found a window sill and decided to bite it.
a few tiny bits of paint chipped off into his mouth.
my internal panic meter shot from a stage 3 "elevated" to a stage 5 "meltdown," and i scraped out fox's mouth, wiped his teeth with a cloth, then shoved my finger down his throat to induce vomiting as a last ditch effort to keep him lead-free.
he puked, then cried, then hugged me and wiped his mouth in my hair.
okay, that's fair.
i'm so sorry baby, i feel horrible... about the whole thing.