Beware, our house is a mine field!

Prince Charming and I are looking forward to the day when we can walk through our house without the risk of stepping on, kicking, or tripping over the various toys that my boys call their own. Our house is an active mine field filled with tiny cars, big trucks, balls, toy planes, puzzle pieces, tools, tinker toys, the list goes on and on. A day does not go by without me stepping on a tiny car that is very conveniently camouflaged on our rugs. In the evening, the boys manage to stuff away any toys that were out for play during the day. We are safe at night. I often wonder if they step on or trip over as many toys as we do. Maybe since they aren't as tall, therefore closer to the ground, and can see these little treasures of theirs they are able to avoid inevitable injury. I could start wearing shoes around the house, I suppose. Or, even better, I could encourage my children to be neater. I will keep you posted on that one.


We have grown accustomed to this danger that lurks on our floors. But, no matter how careful we are, those toys still manage to get us every now and then. Yesterday, it was Prince Charming's turn. One would wonder, while looking at the size of the toy, why he didn't see it. Regardless, he kicked it, stubbed his toe, and held in the profanity he so desperately wanted to scream. So, he had a stubbed toe. No biggie. It happens to me all of the time. Probably more so since he goes to work and leaves me to fend for myself in this danger zone. He whined a little bit, said that it was broken, all very dramatic. I didn't have much sympathy for him. Until later when he asked me to take another look at it. I guess he had a good reason to complain a bit. Perhaps it could be broken. What do you think?