While getting ready for work the other day, I noticed a huge bruise just below my knee.
Me: Hmmm, I wonder how I got that?
The Boy: Who knows. You’ve probably been running into stuff all over the house.
Me: You’d think I’d remember running into something that could give me that kind of bruise.
The Boy: I don’t think the fact that you can’t remember speaks to the rarity of the occurrence. More likely, it speaks to the frequency.
Just remember: “Some people are like Slinkies – not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.”
Are you calling me a slinky?