Blaine = Chucky

Ok, maybe not THAT severe, but..... Last night we came home from spending time at Granny's house and it was a race to get the kids dressed, teeth brushed, pottied, and medicined up before an early bedtime (Braylon is still under loss of privilege). I was helping Braylon get changed when I hear Blaine in the kitchen tinkering around in the dish washer. Ok, no this is not ok, but I didn't remember there being anything dangerous or breakable in it (mostly because it's nearly empty). Next thing I know, Blaine is on the sofa with me and is scratching me on my forehead with something sharp... I look at his innocent, little hand only to see a pear knife firm within in his grip! That little devil was either trying to give me a hair cut or get my attention for something! Talk about fast moving to get it away from him... EEK! I now sleep with one eye open...