Right in the Eye!

Okay, I'm back with another bath time story. Once again, I'm reading the New Yorker, something about an extreme beer brewer, when I see a yellow arc out of the corner of my eye. Sputtering something "NO"-ish, dropping the mag and pushing aside the shower curtain, I'm just in time to see my son shoot himself directly into his left eye. Once again, a life lesson learned the hard way. Next week, don't spit into the wind.