Love your brother's nickname!
I can see how your aunt managed to break her foot. What suffered most in my case was my dignity, LOL.
Your mom and my younger sister should form a club ... sis did the same thing (in her defence, I think she was 3 or 4 at the time ....) Ended up with a massive goose-egg on her forehead and two black eyes. Add that to Dresden-figurine prettiness and it made for quite a combination.
Sis was rushed to ER, of course, and they proclaimed her OK, by virtue of inheriting the hard head of her forebears (though they did give the standard warning about watching for a signs of a concussion).
This was before the days when child protection agencies were called in at the drop of a hat. Not saying that's good or bad ... just that this incident predated it. However, for us that was a good thing.
Maybe a week later mom took sis -- whose bruises were now in their full glory -- to the grocery store where mom worked. All her coworkers knew about the accident by then, so when they went through one woman's line, the woman said to sis, "What happened to YOU?!"
Sis: "I ran into a door!"
Coworker: "Nah ... your mom did that, didn't she!"
Sis: "YEAH!"
Mom: "Thanks ... thanks a lot."
However, it didn't end there ... perfect strangers would stop them on the street and say to sis, "What happened to YOU?"
Guess what sis's reply invariably was ... ?
After about the third death-ray glare, mom came home and said she wasn't taking sis out in public again until her bruises healed.
I can see how your aunt managed to break her foot. What suffered most in my case was my dignity, LOL.
Your mom and my younger sister should form a club ... sis did the same thing (in her defence, I think she was 3 or 4 at the time ....) Ended up with a massive goose-egg on her forehead and two black eyes. Add that to Dresden-figurine prettiness and it made for quite a combination.
Sis was rushed to ER, of course, and they proclaimed her OK, by virtue of inheriting the hard head of her forebears (though they did give the standard warning about watching for a signs of a concussion).
This was before the days when child protection agencies were called in at the drop of a hat. Not saying that's good or bad ... just that this incident predated it. However, for us that was a good thing.
Maybe a week later mom took sis -- whose bruises were now in their full glory -- to the grocery store where mom worked. All her coworkers knew about the accident by then, so when they went through one woman's line, the woman said to sis, "What happened to YOU?!"
Sis: "I ran into a door!"
Coworker: "Nah ... your mom did that, didn't she!"
Sis: "YEAH!"
Mom: "Thanks ... thanks a lot."
However, it didn't end there ... perfect strangers would stop them on the street and say to sis, "What happened to YOU?"
Guess what sis's reply invariably was ... ?
After about the third death-ray glare, mom came home and said she wasn't taking sis out in public again until her bruises healed.
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