You know how when someone falls you have to wait an appropriate amount of time before you can laugh at them? You can laugh. But I'm not ready.
I was in the kitchen. Jackson was yelling MOMMY! I flung the baby gate open and ran out of the kitchen. At least I tried to run out of the kitchen. But the gate bounced back before both big feet had passed through. One foot got trapped in the gate. It swung shut on my ankle and I was trapped inside it like a big clumsy bear.
By this time I was face down on the living room floor with one foot still in the kitchen screaming for help. It was shear panic and burning pain!
While still stuck inside the bear trap, suddenly Jackson appeared to give me a kiss and make me feel better. Clearly his emergency on the other side of the house had passed. I still don't know why he was yelling in the first place.
Once Josh set me free he tried to get me to move my foot. He said, "Please move it, so I know it's not broken and I can laugh at you."
Since it wasn't broken Josh and my dad were free to point and laugh and spend the rest of the day giggling to themselves about the ruckus I caused and the baby gate that I bent.
My ankle is still bruised and sore. I suppose I'll be able to laugh at myself once the swelling goes down.
First of all, let me start by saying, this emergency Amy thought was happening was only en emergency in her head. Apparent by the fact that Jackson was the second one on the scene after she triggered the trap. There were also 3 other adults in the house and for some reason she felt the need to rush across the house to assist.
ReplyDeleteI saw the whole thing in slow motion as it happened. I am, in fact laughing as I relive this whole event in my head.
Amy dropped whatever she had in hands and started toward the gate. By toward the gate, I mean she ran into it with her thigh as she tossed it open so hard that it slammed shut before she could get through it. When it shut, her shoe, which was stuck in the closed gate pulled it past it's closing point. It only opens one way. Now her ankle was actually the lock.
I was at the gate trying to open it in about 1.3 seconds, which to Amy seemed like a lifetime. After the fact she was asking what took me so long to help her. WTH!
It was tough to get open considering there was no key or latch on the lock (her ankle). I had to bust the gate from the wall so it would come apart.
This entire time, her dad was actually laughing. And yes, I did ask her to move her foot so I could start laughing. I have a real problem in serious situations.