This morning as I was driving to work, I saw 2 kids walking on the sidewalk to school. The oldest couldn’t have been any older than 2nd grade and the youngest was definitely in kindergarten. They were clearly brother and sister, and were dressed for the brisk 25 degrees this morning. They reminded me of the younger brother in that movie, A Christmas Story. They were so bundled up that the could barely put their arms down.
My car was stopped at a traffic light and when they got just next to me, I guess the older brother hit a patch of ice on the sidewalk because his feet went flying out from underneath him. Not wanting to crash and burn on his own, he instinctively reached for his little sister. But the sudden weight of her brother and the ice under her feet sent her flying as well, and they ended up falling in a heap on top of each other.
I died laughing. Really. I couldn’t stop. I was sitting in my car, rolling with laughter at these 2 kids piled up on the sidewalk. What can I say? I love me some live comedy.
But then, the woman in the car in front of me put her car in park and got out to see if the kids were okay. She helped them up and checked them for bleeding (or concussions, I guess) and then got back in her car and drove away once she knew they were okay.
Note to self: When a child slips and falls on ice, don’t laugh. At least, don’t laugh until you’ve checked them for head injuries.
These are all things I’m filing away for when the Beaner is born. Scary, huh?