Fangs and horns and another point

I am fairly certain I was born with neither fangs nor horns. So where did they come from? It’s as if the buds have been lying dormant waiting for the time I most needed them to NOT emerge… like now… you know, since I’m a mom and all. Shouldn’t I be gentle and kind and patient and probably even a wee-bit sympathetic when my children are bleeding and bruised?

It’s not that I don’t have sympathy, but I do have a twisted sense of humor when it comes to the injury of others. Just ask Jen about the time she crashed my sister’s bike into a parked car… I’m sorry Jen, I still can’t stop laughing. I thought it would be different with my kids, but it kinda isn’t. Like the time Joel (he was 3 at the time) ran right into a glass window to enter a store… I am just so thankful his daddy was there to comfort him.

See.