After administering the liquid amoxicillin, I spilled half of the bottle on the counter and floor, and said, “Oh, $#%!” and immediately I slapped my hand to my mouth.

From the next room I hear Gabriel’s voice. He says, brightly, “Mommy?”

Miri says, “Yes, Gabriel?”

“Daddy said, ‘$#%!'”


“Yes, Gabriel?”

“Daddy said, ‘$#%!'”

Miri then pointed out that I had spilled something, and he then said “Daddy spilled it,” about 12 times in a row. Hopefully that’s the part of the experience that stuck, but…

Daddy FAIL.

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