It’s Monday morning. Everyone is trying to get ready and get out of the house on time….
Today, my son broke the lamp as he was leaving the house. How? How is this even possible? See, this is why we can’t have nice things. Seriously. See, this is why I never had lamps until now. While the lamp sits near the door, it’s not like you have to walk around it to go THROUGH the door. I should mention my son does not walk in a straight line. He walks in some sort of haphazard Dennis the Menace craze rivaling any Six-Flags roller coaster with twists and loops and pirouettes comparable to the best ballet dancers. I can only imagine him opening the door, then remembering to watch for animals, relief washing over him that none got out, locking the door, doing a pirouette - his backpack hits the lamp, lamp falls over, lamp breaks. Why? Seriously? Why the pirouettes?
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