You know when you child does something so stupid, that you can't help but laugh...but at the same time you feel like a cold hearted B cause your laughing? I hate to admit that it's happened a few times.
We went to the zoo last week. What was the most exciting thing for Eric? The train! (of course! DUH). OH, and the planes that pass over every 30 seconds. So we are sitting on the grass waiting for the train to come around. The "train station" has a small patch of grass that is higher up, so it has a wooden half wall. and along the top of the wall, there is a decorative rope along it. Brett and I are sitting on the wall talking, and Eric is playing on the grass. A plane flys over head, and Eric gets so excited, and runs after it, completely forgetting about the rope and half wall. This is one of those times that I wish we had a camera trained on him at all times! He clotheslined himself on the rope (right at his nose), feet kept going, over the half wall, and he fell, catching his head on the half wall. I know, it sounds mean that I laughed. but MAN did I laugh. I picked him up, hugged him, kissed him, and laughed. I laughed as I cleaned up his bloody nose, and wiped away his tears. In my defense, there where other people that were sitting there that saw it too and looked sympathetic, but with a smirk on their face.
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