Oh Deacon, My Deacon. Or Perhaps Better Titled: Yup, You Betcha – He’s Just One Of Those Kids And He’s Fabulous!

One of my smalls, who I call Donut, is also known as Deacon.  He is five years-old and is beautiful, inside and out.  He was the happiest baby I ever had met.  He had the biggest grins and the hardiest laughs and was and is the most innocently mischievous boy.  Like ever.  Or at least since the creation of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. That is how mischievous my boy is. Oh Deacon, my Deacon.  If it’s going to happen, I know that I am going to find you in the middle of it.  Literally.

Now, this may make me a bad mother, (and judge me all you want, but at least I’m honest) but for his most recent shenanigans, as soon as his tears stopped and the urgency of the moment was past I looked at Mr. KB and said “Damn!  I should have taken pictures before cleaning him up!”  Mr. KB shook his head at me (probably wondered for yet another moment why he married this insane person) and said, “Well, you can take some now.”  “Yeah, I guess so.  It won’t be the same, but it’ll be better than nothing.”

But still, I just cannot help being disappointed in myself for my poor instincts.  Imagine!  Subduing and comforting my crying child BEFORE taking any pictures of the carnage for later laughter (because you KNOW it’s going to be funny once no permanent damage is ascertained!).  Something else I need to work on.  Great.

Anyway.  What happened, you ask?  Well, as far as I can make out, Deacon was outside doing garage clean up with Mr. KB in preparation of our move (read: he was smashing stuff with a hammer while Daddy sorted, organized and packed).  And, while smashing stuff with a hammer, his five-year-old self did not realize that whacking a spray paint can with the business end of a hammer *could* result in the can puncturing.  And maybe spraying him.  A lot.  In the face.  And in his case, not only *could* it spray him, but it *did*.

Enter, my very own Smurf!  I have always wanted a Smurf!  Mwah!

And after the shower, he was only slightly less Smurfy.

But just look at this Smurfy smile – can you see why he melts my heart?

Oh Deacon, my Deacon.  I can’t wait to see what you fall into next.  You remain, as always, my Sunshine.