This morning I laughed so hard I couldn't even breathe. I was snorting and wheezing. All because my son did a slow motion fall from the backseat of my car onto the driveway.
You should have seen the look on his face. With one butt cheek balanced precariously on the car's seat, he lost his balance and couldn't save himself, but his grasping hands and backpack made his fall slow and almost graceful.
From my spot in the front seat, I was the only one who could see him, but I couldn't possibly save him. So I just watched. And he narrated.
"Whoa...
I'm falling...
slowly...
slowly..."
And then from his ass on the pavement, "My slowness saved me."
I don't know why I find this so hilarious. But even now I can't think about it without cracking up.
Sometimes it is the little damn things.
"Slowly...
slowly..."
Crack my ass up!
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