[Headline, Huffington Post]
I was sitting at home, resting with some very sore ribs, when my daughter came home with a shiner.
“Oh, Honey,” I said.
“Don’t worry, Mom,” she said. “It’s just the one eye this time.”
I was going to beg her to take up swimming, but her dad got home from work just then. He hobbled in and sank onto the couch.
“Kicked myself in the groin,” he groaned.
“That’s the worst,” I said.
“What happened to you?” he said.
“The ribs,” I said, “While I was vacuuming.”
“And what about you, Pumpkin?” he said to our daughter.
“Just the one eye,” she said. “I’m OK. A little makeup and I’ll be good as new.”
“Listen, Pumpkin…,” her dad began, but our son Buddy burst into the room with a whoop.
“You should have seen it!” he said. “It was awesome!”
“Did you kick the back of your head again?” I said.
“Nah. I kicked Tommy!!”