Ok, well, maybe not a trip so much as a slide.
It turns out Thing Two shares my affection for citrus based scents. He was quite enjoy the fagrance of the new bottle of Pledge I purchased today.
If you can't guess what happened next, clearly you are missing at least two of the following:
1. An imagination,
2. Childhood memories,
3. Experience reading this blog,
4. Boy children.
The discovery of a certain slickness on the floor followed, much to their glee.
Now, I do not hold this against them. Despite not encouraging this realization, or actively instructing them in creative furniture polish uses I have to confess, I myself was known to do this same thing. A LOT.
In fact, my friend Tiffany and I discovered that thoroughly spraying your socks was the most effective method and least likely to result in all your clothes stinking and therefore getting in trouble. At about age 10 I actually ripped a ligament lose in my upper left arm engaging in some stellar sliding in this enormous assembly hall. It was huge and you could get some serious distance in there! But I digress...
The POINT is,
I don't like those children anymore.
No, really, I don't.
Don't try and talk me out of it either.
They are horrid little boys.
You want to know how horrid they really and truly are?
They LAUGH at the disabled, the wounded,
the not-quite-middle-aged-but-certainly-not-as-young-as-they-once-were who might sprawl in enormous suprise, perhaps even a touch of shock and mild discomfort of the backside and the pride in the middle of a kitchen floor!
I'm actually quite fine and it's possible my theatrics were partially to blame for the extended hilarity but really, they should ask if I'm ok before they laugh their asses off!