We’re sitting at dinner, feeding Toryn in the high chair and he’s eating pretty good. After awhile I give him his water bottle to quench his thirst. He plays around with it, drinks some, plays some more, drinks some more, and then drops the bottle. Now this bottle travels all the way down to the floor, unobstructed, and lands directly on the big joint at the base of my big toe. Right where I had bunion surgery years ago. OMG. Talk about pain! I believe I said “AAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!” for a good sustained 8 seconds. The whole time Toya turned from the kitched to see what was wrong as she heard the mishap. I look at Toryn to check and make sure he wasn’t too startled by my outcry. This child is just staring at me like I have 3 heads or something. He then puts his forefinger in his mouth, smiles, and says “Uh oh!”
I couldn’t help but to laugh, which was Toya’s queue to laugh as well to fit in with the “check if a person is alright before you start laughing” code of ethics. LOL
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