I was in a fantastic mood as Mr. Yoy was coming home "early" so that I could grab dinner with the girls.
Both boys were playing nicely. The bath was littered with hundreds of bath toys. There was giggling, splashing, and just plain happiness.
Big E picked up his walrus toy, looked at Little E with his evil eyes, and bashed him right along Little E's hairline.
I'll give you the good news first. Fortunately for Little E, the toy walrus's tusks do not stick out like they do in real life. It would have been a whole different story. Think the walrus as a can opener and Little E's giant skull as a can of delicious chicken noodle soup on a cold winter's day.
The bad news is pretty obvious. Little E went bananas. His forehead immediately turned a lovely purple-y red at the point of impact.
And just like that, bath time was O-V-E-R.
I know Big E is three and super impulsive, but I still don't understand what drives him to just whack his brother in the head. Unprovoked.
Here's hoping today will be a nonviolent one.
This guy is not invited back to the bath tub party.