Feeling the love
Jan. 13th, 2011 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keelywolfeToday I decided the best way to start the day would be to slip and fall, so that went well. I have hardwood floors and found a patch that was dangerously slippery to my sock-only feet. I was carrying a plate to the kitchen and it broke when I hit the floor and cut my hand. Tiny cut, but deep, and bleeding.
So there I am, laying on the floor dazed and bleeding, and my four-year old started to cry...because I broke her plate.
I can see that I have ingrained sympathy in her from birth. *G*
P.S. I'd like to report that I am okay, just a little sore. It didn't occur to me that I had to add that when I texted the event to my husband and he frantically replied to see if I was all right. I was sort of hoping the ability to text meant that I wasn't lying on the floor in a coma, but at least HE cared about me and not the plate!
So there I am, laying on the floor dazed and bleeding, and my four-year old started to cry...because I broke her plate.
I can see that I have ingrained sympathy in her from birth. *G*
P.S. I'd like to report that I am okay, just a little sore. It didn't occur to me that I had to add that when I texted the event to my husband and he frantically replied to see if I was all right. I was sort of hoping the ability to text meant that I wasn't lying on the floor in a coma, but at least HE cared about me and not the plate!
