About this blog: It will mainly be about my two sons, Tater (the elder) and Tot (the younger), along with other miscellaneous items as I see fit. Come along and enjoy the insane yet fun trip of watching two young boys slowly drive their mother over the edge.
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Hard Plastic Pianos
There are some things that you would consider that it would only take one lesson to remember. Like seeing your child with a hard long item in his hand. Red flags should go up. But somehow it just didn't work. I didn't see the red flags. In fact, I never saw it coming, I had my eyes closed. Yep, Tot walked over very quietly and lifted it up and swung it down. Right on top of my forehead. I was happy it was not my nose. I still ended up with an atrocious headache.
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5 comments:
Children are good that way... Did it leave a funny mark?
Oh no! My head aches for you.
Oh nooooo! *wince*
And I hope that the piano is on a high shelf now!
*does the childless couple happy-dance*
:-D
*gets hit by piano thrown by VW*
Good Gawd that brings back bad memories...
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