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.
Felix Felicis, or "Lucky Potion"
1 day ago