Thursday, September 6, 2007

Selling out Dad

It had to happen. Marin was horsing around. She suddenly climbed up on a bar stool and jumped off. It is a swivel top stool so, of course, she lost her balance and landed hard on her arm. It all happened so fast, my brain had just registerd "must pull Marin off the barstool before she gets hurt" and she was already airborne. I was very concered she had dislocated a shouder or elbow, and took her to the local clinic for an Xray.

The Dr asks Marin "so what happened, honey?" Marin looks up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, her chin quivering, and whimpers "Daddy not watch me close enough."

Yeah, we;re gonna get some lessons on personal accountability when our English comprehension improves.

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