About a month ago I was mopping the foyer and Kylie came running down the hall and fell down on the wet floor. She is now afraid of the Swiffer and wet floors. We are always exasperated with her when we clean because she stands on the carpet crying and yelling "All done floor, floor night night (night night means all done in Kyliese). Anyhow, last night I was cleaning the floors and tripped over my pants leg. All 5052lbs on me landed backwards on the hardwood floor. For the first ten minutes I just stayed down and screamed in agony. Eric tried to help me up but I felt it was best to just stay still in case I was internally bleeding or had a brain injury. Luckily it was just a bruised tailbone and cracked pride.
Kylie was right to be afraid of the wet floors. Maybe I should take more advice from her!!
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