Got home from the gym last night and saw what looked like a wound on the back of Simon's head. It was pretty substantial. I asked him what happened. He refused to answer.
I asked, "Did you fall down somewhere?" No, was his reply. "Did someone hit you with something?" Nuh-uh.
Looked again, and freaked my freak. SERIOUSLY SIMON, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HEAD????!!! I NEED TO KNOW SO I CAN DETERMINE EXACTLY HOW MUCH TO FREAK OUT HERE.
He looked at me as if to say, "No comprende, senorita."
I was getting worried. I mean, it was a DIVOT in his head, for the love of Toni Tenille."Come here, Simon. I need to look again." He was utterly unphased. Tried gently to pull his hair aside (so as not to hurt the area anymore than it already was). Wait a minute, I thought. I smelled it.
Mystery solved: Ketchup.
Dress/Plaid Shirt/Legwarmers/Belt as bracelet: Target
May you have a condiment-free day.