She's Good

The other day, my 3-year old daughter catapulted herself through the kitchen and collided with the doorjamb. Her head, her shoulder, her hip all hit, and hit hard.

I held my breath.

I waited.

She teetered, stunned, for a minute.

Time stood still.

Then she turned to me, flashed a 1000-kilowatt smile, put her hands up, palms forward and said: "I'm good!" She then dashed off to resume the catapulting.

Thank you, Pepsi Max.

Apparently, 3-year old girls can take anything too.

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Homemaker Man said…
Can I ask, did it knock the poop out of her and straight into the potty, hopefully?
Hmmm, no it did not. but you've given me an idea for another strategy for potty training her. Scare the shit out of her. I'm ready to try just about anything.

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