The thing about Alexis is that she has an on/off switch that controls her ability to be graceful. Toss her on a dance floor, a stage, or have her stand around with pom-poms in her hand, and you would never know she is a giant klutz.
But she is.
The child trips over the lines in our wood floor. Not the seams, mind you. She trips over the age lines in the wood. I don't know if they reach out and attack her or what, but she can just be standing in one place one second and then be sprawled out all over the floor next. When it happens, she springs back up, grins, and declares "I'm OK!" before continuing on.
It's pretty fun for those of us who don't fall down all of the time.
Except, this past weekend, she decided to take her ability to kiss the floor a little too far. She was standing in a hallway talking to the husband, just leaning against the wall. As she stood there yammering, the floor figured out that she was wearing socks and no shoes. The floor laughed ...
Hold on.
It should be noted that Alexis is reading this post as I'm writing it and she's all HOW CAN THE FLOOR LAUGH and critiquing every single word I choose. Editors, man.
ANYWAY.
Alexis was standing there in her cute little socks, happily chatting as she leaned against the wall when the floor was suddenly all HEY, YOU! COME VISIT!
The problem was that there was this thing called a wall and it wanted Alexis more. It wanted Alexis so much that when her feet slipped forward, she ended up slamming backwards and smacking her head against a corner.
There was lots of sobbing and such. Of course.
And then Alexis started crying because just having me cry wasn't enough.
Oh, and there was blood.
YOU GUYS. HEAD WOUNDS BLEED A LOT. Why didn't you warn me?
The good news is that it wasn't a deep cut and it didn't take much at all to make it stop. The bad news is that I had to reset the day counter on that whole "X days since a head injury" thing.
And now my editor is telling me that isn't the bad news. "The bad news is that I had a cut on my head, MOM."
Alrighty then.
