We took the Injured One to the orthopedist yesterday afternoon after Boo Boo Kitty and I spent a LOVELY day in AC with our friends Renee and Alex (who also fed us and entertained us!).

We found out that the Injured One has a crushed big toe. He is very put out by this because no one can actually do anything for him and why did we spend 4 hours at the ER the day before and an hour at the dr. office for someone to just clean out the nastiness and send him on his way? I tried to tell him it was for the drugs but he is still bitter that I won't let him wash his vicodin down with beer or a gin and tonic. In fact, he has refused all further offers for vicodin in general. I'm sure that in the future I'll be asked to conduct all manner of minor surgery in the kitchen rather that going to silly hospitals.

So there we are in the waiting room, WAITING to make our co-pay and get the heck out of there. I put the baby in his car seat and placed him on the floor next to the Injured One. And then I did the unthinkable. I TURNED MY BACK. That's right, folks. I thought that I could leave the two of them unattended for a brief moment. You know, the medicated Injured One whose toe was crushed by a weight bar and the fruit of his loins.

Hearing a blood curdling scream that can only mean that the Boo Boo Kitty has managed to get his head caught in a major appliance, I turned around to see the car seat tipped over backwards and the baby lying upside down with his head resting on the floor. After snatching him up and realizing that he scared himself silly and is actually fine, I also realized that luck of all luck, the office is packed and all six nurses behind the counter are watching. So now I had to shlep him over to the counter so ALL the nurses can see that despite the fact that his parents openly neglect him, the BBK is alive and well.

So I guess they aren't kidding when they say that you should buckle them in at all times, huh?