My house, about 5pm this afternoon.
Sean, yelling from downstairs: “Ouch!”
Melissa: “What happened?”
Sean: “I sat on something.”
Flora: “What did you sit on?”
Sean (still in pain): “Something important.”
Flora, without missing a beat: “The remote?”
After Sean and I laughed for a solid five minutes, Sean managed to say, “no, not the remote”.
Not sure if he’s walking quite right yet. Fortunately, we can still change the channel.
LOL. Well, at least it was not the remote. It is probably one of the most used and abused items in the house.
Still trying to figure out how he sat on “something” but I guess there are some things women do not need to know.
Have a lovely weekend!
To be fair, I think it was technically “somethings”, but I don’t get that either. If you’ve had them your whole life, you’d think you could survive sitting on the couch with them.
I think sean should not laugh. But technically Sean is right 🙂