My youngest daughter, Brynne, was watching America’s Funniest Home Videos, and I paused for a moment as a woman accidentally bonked someone’s forehead with a frying pan; a memory burbled up from the depths…
Bailey, my eldest daughter, was probably three. We had just walked to the corner store for juice; once inside the store, I headed straight to the back and turned left, down the glass-door-fridge aisle. Bailey, full of energy, decided to run down the previous aisle; in retrospect, I realize that she was racing me (to be honest, I may have known at-the-time that it was a race (I can be quite competitive)). I took three long strides and opened the glass door in front of the juices; contemporaneously, Bailey burst from around the corner, smacked into the thick glass-door, and fell backward onto the floor, landing on her posterior end. I closed the door and said, “Oh my God; I’m so sorry.”
She pushed herself back up and dusted off her knees; then she said, “Dat’s otay Daddy,” and held her arms out for a big hug.
What a wonderful memory…
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db johnston
almost falling 