Thursday, December 10, 2009

I Fell and I Did Get Up

Rowan and I got caught in an interesting little role reversal tonight.

We were just about to watch Elf as a family, when I bolted up the stairs to grab my slippers before the opening scene. Not being the most graceful person on earth, I rolled my foot, twisted my ankle and somehow landed on my back. On the steps.


I must have made a rather loud thud, because Rowan soon was running upstairs to see what had happened.

"Mama, what are you doing?!" he asked.

"I fell," I responded. "I twisted my ankle and hit my back."

"Get up!" he demanded. "I can't tell if you're hurt unless you move around."

"No, I don't think I'm really hurt," I said. "I just need to lie down here for a second."

"Mama, sometimes I fall down and cry because I think I'm hurt," he continued. "But actually, I just scared myself. If you get up and move around you'll be fine."

So I did. And I am.


MollyinMinn said...

You've taught him well. Glad you are okay!

Bakken Board said...

Can I tell you how much I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading your blog? I can't write a poem in a card, so it's so darn fun to read your blogs. Good job Chipotle lady, and kuddos to you for the invention of "clirty." We have TONS of clirty clothes on our bedroom floor. What are you supposed to do with them? Thanks Ang. Can't wait to see you in January! Have a blessed Christmas.

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