I am a big fan of mirrors and yet, they all seem to hate me. No sooner had I hit publish on that last post when I heard the unmistakable sound of something breaking and the baby saying Uhoh!
He was standing on his little tool in the bathroom, shards of glass from one of my many makeup mirrors surrounding him.
I lifted him from the stool and got him to sit on the counter while I went for a broom. And the vacuum.
This is probably the 50th mirror that has been broken in my house in the past ten years. Yes you read that right. an average of five mirrors a year. One of them was a set of eight mirrors that are supposed to hang on a wall, big panel ones.... all eight of them fell and smashed one day as we slammed the door shut on our way out.
The sound was amazing!
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