Baby, You Can Drive My Scar

Not only is he driving me insane by repetitively singing the chorus of a Limp Bizkit song (relax, it's one of the rare non-profane ones), but Baby Boy picked the damned scab off his face. So despite having bought $11 vitamin E cream that I was prepared to religiously apply until the scab just gently fell off, the little bastard is going to have a fine scar.

Oh well. It hasn't hurt Harrison Ford.