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.