Tragic, because Terrible, Horrible, No-good, Very bad Auntie is much too wordy.
This weekend, while visiting my brother and his family, I took my 2 year old nephew for a walk around the block while his parentals prepared for a garage sale. We had a lovely time jumping out of the way of cars, jumping on rocks in the parking lot, jumping out at lizards to scare them witless. Essentially lots of jumping. Also running and squealing and generally being a rambunctious 2-year-old boy.
We took the Go-Go and he decided to run up a driveway (scaring lizards) and he realized "That would be an awesome hill to ride my Go-Go down". So he hopped on his Go-Go and before I could react, flew down the driveway, hitting the lip where the driveway meets the road, flipped straight over the front and smacked his face on the road. I could see it coming. It happened so quick. It was like it was in slow motion as he rode down the hill with such glee on his face and I ran towards him yelling in a deep slow-motion voice "Nooooooo! Yooouuuu'rree gggooonnnnnaaa ccrraaasssshhh!!!"
And sure enough, he did.
His poor forehead broke his fall. He immediately started crying (I don't blame him! I almost did too!) and so Tragic Auntie picked him and the Go-Go up and walked them both back around the circle to the house. (Tragic Auntie later learned she could have cut straight across. Sigh.) Daddy came and rescued him and the poor baby was distraught for the rest of the day.
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| It's okay - chicks dig scars. PS - Aren't his eyes just gorgeous? |
The next day he was just fine. Unless of course, you tried to wipe his nose. Then he became a Tasmanian Devil. But what kid doesn't become a Tasmanian Devil when there is nose-wiping to be done?
And that is the story of how Auntie Lauren became Tragic Auntie.
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