Friday night we visited the B's, and as Erica points out, I missed a fantastic potential blogging opportunity with her rather theatric sudden swooning illness, complete with cute little blubbering scrunched up face. It really was quite funny. Not that someone being in such great discomfort is funny in and of itself, rather, it was everyone's reaction (not just my reaction, but everyone's reaction). Erica's mother just sat in her chair, not seeming too concerned at all that her daughter is laying flat on the floor, in front of guests, crying that she is weak and nauseous. Erica's bro just kinda smirked at her, and gave some sort of a half-a-chuckle. The kids were asking "What's the matter with Erica?" And as adults, our only response was, "Don't look at me, I got no idea!" But, she lived and that's what's important.
Now, I would submit that Erica's plight is nothing but a distraction from the real events of the evening. Poor little Daniel, who just turned 4 years old yesterday, was mysteriously hit on the back of the head by a falling brick, leaving a nice knot. Ouch, right? Ok, but then he's in the bathroom attempting to negotiate the dangerous jungle-gym obstacle course, or should I say, "Flimsy dangerous DEATH-tacle course," climbing onto a little table/stool-type thing that is not fit to support your dainty tea cup, in an effort to wash his little hands. Bam! Slam! SCREEEEEEEEEEAM! Head smacks on something, maybe the tile floor. But here's the result, which rivals "Crash" Jason in the ugly competition:
It was a very nice visit.
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