story of my life

Here’s how the conversation goes …

Emma: Can I climb up on here, momma? Pleeeeease?

Me: No, Emma. It’s ice and very dangerous. You could fall.

Emma: Okay, momma.

I turn to around pick up a toy …

Emma: Look, momma! I’m not falling! … But I need help to get down.

And of course I told her to freeze so I could take pictures.

It was the best punishment I could think of at the time.

It’s no wonder I had to take her to the pediatrician’s office about an hour later because she tripped and face-planted into the hardwood floor and bit through her lip.

I know what you’re thinking … it’s my fault. I let her do really daredevil things like go down the slide headfirst and climb the really tall ladder at the playground without standing right there (sorry, Ken) and jump off the couch and eat shrimp and crab legs.

(Okay, so letting her eat shrimp & crab legs isn’t bad – I just think it pumps up my cool factor by about a million)

Well, you know what I have to say about that?

Talk to the hand.

No, not really. I just like that picture and wanted to use it somewhere.

But seriously? Kids will be kids, and I’m glad mine is 100% kid.