I am the walrus!

Bath time last night at the Yoys was going peachy.

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.

Ruh-roh.

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.






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