Monday, October 5, 2009

Mr. Light on His Feet

Paul, Zach, Ethan and I are the only ones left finishing our dinner tonight.

Zach and Ethan were sitting on the barstools at the breakfast bar and Paul and I were talking. Next thing I know, I see Ethan out of the corner of my eye tumble head first off the bar stool onto the floor.

Me: Oh my God! Ethan!

I rush over and scoop him off the floor and cradle him in my lap.

Ethan: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! (sobbing)

Me: Oh my goodness Ethan! How did that happen? How did you fall out of the stool?

Ethan: Awwwwww!!! I hurted myselfffff!! Owwwwwwwwweeeee! My elboooo!!!!! It's beeding!

Me: Let me see. Let me see. No! Noooo. There is no blood. Just a little scratch.

Ethan: I feel like there is blood!

Me: No - I promise. No blood. See? See? You're okay. You're okay sweetie.

I look up at Paul has his lips squeezed together to keep from laughing. I look over at Zach and he has his mouth on his shoulder - also not to laugh.

I can't believe this! They are laughing at my poor baby who just fell out of a stool! He could have broken his arm! He could have been killed! Okay... maybe not killed.

Paul now is really trying hard not to laugh.

Okay - Yeah. It is pretty funny. I'm not really sure how he managed to fall out of the stool.

I start giggling... So I press my cheek against Ethan's back so he can't see me laughing. 

Zach: Ethan - wow. That's takes talent. I don't think I've ever seen someone fall out of a stool quite like that.


Paul gets up to take his plate to the sink.

Paul: Wanna another Bloody Mary Ethan?

1 comment:

  1. Okay, Ethan falling off the stool shouldn't be funny, but darn if I wasn't laughing out loud by the time I finished reading your story. Too funny!