Bonham’s Got Nothing on Zia
As the temperature drops and bare feet yield to socks or even warmer, I go on alert. A constant vigil, ears ever perked for that spine tingling, gut wrenching sound. It rarely comes, thank God. But when it does, as it did last night, it is unmistakable. It resonated throughout the halls and into the kitchen where I stood washing up from the evenings dinner.
John Henry Bonham scarcely had as much rhythm.
Zia took a spill coming down the steps, not more than four–five tops–from the syncopated sounds she made as she bounced downward. I caught her near the bottom and was happy to note that most of her tumble had been on hers. I looked down at her warmly covered feet and asked her as calmly as possible to please remember to take those things off when she’s going up and down the stairs. Just so such a thing doesn’t happen.
She looked up at me and through her tears and muffled cries, trying to be brave she said…..
“I guess that’s why they call them slippers.”
Too cute. Slippers . . .
I have a pair of big fuzzy moose slippers that come out every year around this time. If I can find both of them, that is . . .
Aw! Adorable AND smart! I hope she’s not too bruised.
I guess so! Glad she was okay and that her daddy was there to save her in the end. Get it? save her in the end??? LOL
BTW, are you a relation of the famous Lamaze folks? (I mean the OTHER famous Lamaze folks.)
She’s very perceptive. We have fir stairs and they pose a slipping issue every day as well. So far we have resisted getting a runner.
Oh she’s a smart one, that one!
LOL! She’s pretty sharp! I fell in my socks the other day going UP the stairs. I felt like a dipsh!t.
Let me guess… hardwood stairs?
My wife was polishing the dining room table the other day with Pledge, and must have oversprayed some on our hardwood floors. I came around the corner in my socks and my feet went right out from underneath me and went down on MY bottom too. Tell Zia I feel her pain.
tysdaddy–I had a pair from LL Bean. Those are warm!
Momo–Just her ego.
Mrs. 4444–Sadly, no relation. Mine is a long a as in maize. But I am French if that counts for anything.
James–Not so sure a runner would help my wild bunch.
Kami–Sharp as a tack.
zak–Zane did the same thing. Fell going up the stairs and hit the back of his head—I’ve no idea how!
Jeff–Our whole house is hardwood floors. Furniture polish is evil!
Ah, I love how those little minds work!
Clearly, she had not hit her head.