Because we didn't have enough holes in our walls, what with the piano going into the wall, and various furniture popping nicks out of the dry wall on it's way in the house, and of course the Box Spring Incident.........
we now have another hole.
In the shape of a four year old's head.
You see, Baby Birth of Cool was ascending the stairs yesterday, and being a bad parent I was talking to him at the top........and he paid more attention to me than walking up.......and tumbled down them.
And put his head RIGHT THROUGH THE DRYWALL.
Yup, you heard me. His head went INTO and THROUGH the drywall making a nice round HOLE at the landing of my stairs.
He cried, had a bit of a boohoo. I cried, because I was relieved he broke the wall and not his neck.
And now, I have one more hole in the wall.
Next person who says money pit gets a boot to the head.