Yesterday, Older Daughter was doing some much overdue cleaning in her bedroom. It's amazing what kids will accomplish when you hold out Internet access as a reward. As she approaches sixteen, (good Lord, she can't be THAT old, can she?) we've agreed that she can have her computer connected again.
So she cleaned, and I inspected, and she cleaned some more, and I inspected again, and she went back to take care of cleaning under the bed.
We bought her a brand new double bed last year, complete with a shiny new bed frame.
A shiny new bed frame with sharp edges.
Raise your hand if you know where this is going.
The next thing I know, she's running upstairs with a finger gushing blood. Her shiny new bed frame had sliced the top of the knuckle on her index finger. Hubby took one look and said, "Take her in."
The good thing is that we were in and out of ER in 45 minutes. The bad news is, she has three stitches and the entire world knows it's all my fault for making her clean her room in the first place.
Mother of the Yeeearrr. That's me.
Of course it's your fault. Surely you've learned that after all these almost-16 years!
Posted by: AGK | October 18, 2005 at 11:38 AM
There is always SOMETHING to feel guilty for!
Posted by: yvonne | October 18, 2005 at 01:05 PM
Nope. Consider it training for the real world. :)
BTW, have you finished Snow & Ashes yet??? :)
Posted by: Pam | October 19, 2005 at 08:55 PM