Snuggled up in bed with small child, getting ready to read books together.

Sounds idyllic, doesn't it?

It is -- up until the point that aforementioned small child decides that getting really comfortable requires him to hoist himself up, violently flinging the back of his skull into his mother's glasses.




Alas, the camera on my cell phone really doesn't do justice to the lovely shades of violet, magenta and puce currently adorning my face.

Ow.