I stumbled down some stairs today and sprained my ankle. (I’m okay Mom!)
I was carrying an armload of stuff, as usual, and landed in a heap on the grass. Luckily, the only witnesses were the boys and The Husband, who was bringing up the rear with his own armload of stuff.
When I didn’t immediately pop back up, The Husband went back in for an ice pack and the boys planted their bums on the stairs, repeatedly asking, “Mommy, are you okay?”
While I rolled on the ground in that early state of is-it-broken-or-just-sprained pain, I happened to pass some gas. My 8-year-old brightened up and exclaimed,
“Well, there’s nothing that doesn’t feel better after a little fart!”
He was right, suddenly I couldn’t stop laughing…
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