"experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted." -randy pausch

Saturday, June 14, 2014

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?
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.
have mercy.
poor max!

1 comment:

Amy said...

Oooh! Poor girl! Chicken is much more lethal than bread. Good job on booby trapping your freezer, though. :)