Alright, I gave in.
Or should I say, I had to do something! I painted a fingernail; poor Carter. He was the closest victim.
With my lack of assertiveness or a lack of sleep, I mixed up the boys again. This morning I handed a baby over to my mother in law. I gave her specific directions to feed him at this time and with this amount, follow it with his breathing treatment, etc. etc. I'm not sure how or when it dawned on me that I was holding the baby that needed those instructions, the blue paci, and the breathing treatment....but something hit me and sure enough I was calling Luke Carter and Carter Luke.
That darn wrinkle in Luke's forehead just isn't working, so..poor Carter he got painted.