I asked Jimmy if it was ok and he said it was

Jimmy is going to take this picture to school to show a friend. I told him he better not lose this picture and it better be returned in perfect condition. I love this photo. Jimmy was 2 1/2.

Have I told this story before? On this blog? I know I've shared it many times verbally.

One day before Christmas, I noticed that Jimmy's face looked off balance. I looked at his face for a little bit wondering what the deal was. The deal was he had SHAVED OFF HIS LEFT EYEBROW. His loving, but occasionally forgetful, father had left his razor on the COUNTER and little Jimmy decided to play with it. You can see that he took two swipes and cleared most of his eyebrow acreage pretty cleanly.

After my legs regained their non-jelly-like state and I had calmed down sufficiently (I nearly had a heart attack at the possibility that he might have scalped his own brow ridge) I grabbed the camera to record the event for posterity.

Now he wants to show off his predilection for sharp things at a young age to his friend at school. He doesn't even remember this event. But he likes the story.

He also doesn't remember the day he flung most of his duplo block supply into the toilet one at a time.

Or the time he scissored up his shirt with Grandma's fabric scissors.

Or the time he (at age 4) and his friend Kenny went to Kenny's house WITHOUT TELLING ME and I called the police (Kenny's dad wasn't home).

Or the time he and Katie covered a puzzle and all the pieces with vaseline.

Or the time he chucked his giant Brachiosaurus through his bedroom window (the window was CLOSED at the time).

Or the time he puked deep purple all over the front windshield in the Impala. Windshield wipers don't get the stuff on the inside of the car!