Whatever happened to the days of Tinkertoys and wooden blocks? You know, the kind of toys that weren't hazardous to your health or feet?
The other day Isaiah went running through the house and stepped on the sharp end of a LEGO that had been propped up in the carpet.
In an instant I saw the body of my carefree child contort in pain. Sucking in his breath, he hopped twice and immediately fell to the ground pulling the sunken LEGO from his foot.
And then I laughed. Hard.
It took a moment before Isaiah was able to focus beyond his pain, but when he realized that I was actually laughing at him, he got mad.
As he layed there, red faced and rolling on his back, he yelled "It's not funny Mommmmm!"
Not to be outdone of course, I responded with the authority that only a parent who has experienced this kind of pain can. "Are you sure you want to go there? Because I'll have you know that not only do I have a permanent imprint of a LEGO piece, but a Monopoly boot, a toy helicopter rotor blade and a 2 centimeter hole from a thumbtack crouched in the carpet in your bedroom as well!" And I'm only talking about the damage done to my right foot.
Psshh. Wise Guy.
Signed,
Forever Gimpy
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