We recently took a trip to Florida to visit my dad. He is always instigating riots with the kids and rough housing with them. Now, I know where my son gets his talents!! On this specific trip, he was sitting on the couch with my big 9 year old son on his lap. They were tickling and punching each other and my dad bent down toward the ground with my son in his hands and dropped him. Unfortunately, my son bonked his head on the coffee table. He bonked it so hard that he ended up getting a big goose egg on the back of his head. My dad felt really bad and assisted in soothing my son and getting a bag of ice for his head.
The next night, my youngest daughter was sitting on a bar stool eating a snack at the counter. My dad, being the instigator he his, started picking on her and tickling her. My daughter being the goofy girl that she is, started wriggling and laughing her way away from him. She inadvertently knocked her nose on the counter top and she too ended up with a boo boo from my dad. Her little gash on her nose actually bled. I told my dad that he had to keep his hands to himself for the rest of the visit or my last, uninjured child could end up with Lord knows what happening to her.
When we got home from our visit, a Christmas present that my dad ordered online for us was sitting at the front door - it was a family gift of a camcorder. I was opening it up in the study in my big, black, highback chair. This is the conversation that took place:
Gabi: Momma, what's that? (she is standing next to me but where I can't see her because of the highback chair)
Momma: It's a camcorder from Pop Pop for all of us for Christmas.
Gabi: Well, it's not for me. I won't be allowed to hold it.
PAUSE
I turned around to see her pointing at her little gash on her nose. Poor baby Foo.
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