Just a quick post from the nimble one of the family.
Have you ever carried a large box down stairs and thought you were on the last step when you weren't? No? I have done this several times. Usually while moving from the various apartments I lived in through college.
There is a proven method to survive such a miscalculation: 1) hold box close to body 2) prepare for impact. Pretty simple method and one I have employed more times than I would really like to admit.
Earlier tonight we headed downstairs to watch a movie. Charlie was asleep in his rocking chair and I figured I would just carry the whole chair down instead of picking him up and possibly waking him.
I'm sure you already know where I'm going with this...
I missed the last step.
However, the above method does not work when carrying a child's rocking chair. So, instead of crushing my son, I think I broke my toe. If so, this would actually be the first non-tooth bone I've ever broken.
Amelia sometimes thinks she has the corner on the market for clumsy...she's wrong:).
Scratch that...I think I may have broken three toes. I guess I won't be skiing next week when we go to Whistler.