This morning, in an apparent effort to re-create one of my favorite childhood Herbie movies, I actually slipped on a banana peel. And of all the places in the world to do it, I was on Main St, USA.
One minute I was climbing into the back seat of the Ford with an infant car carrier in one hand, a purse slung over my shoulder and a three year old in the other arm. The next, I was sliding, almost in slow motion, down, out of the Ford, past the running boards, and onto the gravel. With Elia wailing and Lars screaming at me, "GET UP MOMMY", I was frantically looking around, thinking, "Lord, please don't have let anybody see me do that!" That's when I saw the banana peel. And, yes, it was even mine. Busted.
Slow to get up, I made a second, this time successful attempt to put the kids in their seats and shut the door to assess the damages. A sore foot is all I have to show for the whole event, but I'm pretty sure my rump is going to have a nicely colored bruise...
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