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.
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.