Last week I babysat while Luke gave his boss a walking tour of SF and KC telecommuted.
So here's what happened:
I was changing Vincent for bed and while doing this, Zoe climbed up on this cushionthing, only six inches high. She lost her balance, fell back and smacked her head against the wall. In that moment I felt entirely worthless, I broke a kid. Mom came in and within a minute all was calm again. No blood, no bump. Once Mom was out the room I started quizzing Z for brain damage: Where's Bearbear? Point to your nose? Does the current administration have any credibility left in the "war on terror"?
I called later that night to check up on the kid- mom said she was fine.
Now, for the next part, you need to know that before meeting me, KC was a pure thing without cynicism or sarcasm. I entirely deserved this
Me: So, how's Zoe this morning?
KC: I don't know. She keeps walking around in a circle saying, "Mwamwamwamwaaa."
All is well and I couldn't be prouder of my friend.
Go in Peace