On Saturday, Jun 14, 2003, at 17:56 US/Eastern, Carol Adkinson wrote:
The day started out not-too-well, as I tripped down the last couple of stairs at home, and have a large and uncomfortable lump on my head,
<g>... 12 yrs ago, my "middle stepson" (the middle child of my DH's "first batch") got married -- the last one of that set (of 3; DH and I have one "in common"). The entire family duly attended, including my stepdaughter (the youngest of the "first batch", but the first to get married), with her husband and "chick". The "chick" was almost 2, and a live wire; couldn't stand still for 10 seconds. Couldn't walk straight for 5... :)
He "sported" a big, scraped-raw bump on his forhead, and, boy, did all of us twit Mary about it, when she said he tripped on the kitchen stoop (cement)... We all made great fuss about the kid (after all, he was the first one in that generation <g>), but it was all: "tell us true, sweetie, did Mama beat you; were you a bad boy?" and "yeah, sure, Mary; now pull the other one"
So, Carol, pull the other one... :)
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