I'm walking home after a long day at work. As I round the corner to our street I see Ben and Little Dude outside partaking of a bit of tricycling. Sam looks up, sees me, and a big grin spreads across his face accompanied by an excited yell "Mama!"
He hops off his trike and comes running to me, arms extended in a manner similar to the "When you were gone I realized I can't live without you moment" scene in romantic movies but without the slow motion action shot.
Halfway there, SPLAT! Sometimes his own feet get in the way.
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Now be honest:
Which part of the story do you consider picture perfect, the run or the splat?!!
Not the splat! I'm the mother, I can't be amused by the splat. You can but you'll still need to kiss his poor knee to make it better.
Well, you HAVE to say that, because you are the mother.
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