Little wisdom

I'm going down the basement steps. It's early in the morning. Alice is on one hip, a laundry basket is on the other.

Mid-way down the stairs, Alice's head bumps into a low point on the ceiling. It was just a bump, but startling enough. I waited for the tears. They don't come.

Me: You bumped your head.

Alice: That OK. We bump sometimes.


3 comments:

Craig Wesley said...

Kid's been listening to Dan Hill...

auntie said...

Love that Craig guy, just sayin'

Dave Atkinson said...

It strikes me that the folks who regularly leave comments around here, almost none of whom know each other in real life, would get along famously.

Lucky me, I know almost all of them.