Bad Mom!

File this one under Bad Mom Department.

I accidentally used one of my son's bookmarks he made for me as a coaster the other night.

As you can tell, it's a little worse for wear.

He stumbled across it, held it up for my review and said in a very, very, very quiet voice, "Is this what you think of me?"

Oh. Dear. God. I shrunk in size and spirit like when the Wicked Witch got the water bath.

So I got a lesson in respect last night...and my son got a lesson in "Moms aren't always perfect."