i knew it wasn't the bread.

friday night: 

max comes in sobbing from the garage saying the bread hit her in the head 

when she was trying to get a popsicle out of the freezer.

i rush out to the fridge, search the ground for the bread only to find that all of the alleged bread was in the freezer.

i tell her we need to be careful because we wouldn't want something to fall out of the fridge that would melt and be gone forever. like popsicles and stuff.

i gave her a hug and was a little bugged that she was crying so much over a little bread falling on her head.

but i thought, hey, maybe a frozen loaf of bread hits a 4 yr old harder than i'm thinking.

we went back inside and the night went on.

saturday afternoon:

as i'm pulling into the driveway sean tells me i'm never gonna believe what he found under the car when i left for the store.

lemme guess, bread. 

that's what i said.

i was feeling so foolish for not checking on the floor better the night before.

nope he said.

and i was all, what then?

chicken.

i KNEW it wasn't the bread.

and then i realized why she was crying so hard.

because frozen bread might not hurt.

but a package of frozen drumsticks.

ouch.

have mercy.

poor max!