I also almost titled this post "I killed a child" but then started to worry that perhaps someone would see that and make some assumptions. Hence the "almost." Haha anyway, story time!
A couple days ago I decided to walk around the WILK while I was on break. As I was walking around, I saw the cutest little boy (probably around 2 or 3) running around and making funny noises. I laughed at him and watched him run down the other side of the hall towards me.
As little boy and I kept getting nearer each other, I started to notice that he wasn't slowing down much. I thought that surely he would run around me when he got close enough to do so. Oh my lanta was I so wrong.
Little boy comes barreling ahead, full speed, into my legs. The impact was barely noticeable for me. However, little boy seemed to think differently as he immediately bounced off of my legs on to the cold, hard floor.
My thoughts were racing a mile a minute as I bent down to help him up:
"Is he injured?"
"Did I just kill a child?"
"He's so cute, what have I done?!"
"Where is his mom? She'll probably think I'm a hellion after she sees this scene!"
Then I looked up. And guess who was standing there right next to me? You guessed it: Little Boy's Mom.
I looked at her and waited for her words. I knew the impact of those would be far more severe on my pysche than the small impact felt on my legs from little boy.
I braced for the worst.
And then the words rolled out of her mouth:
"Do not feel bad. He is a spaz."
And with that she picked him up, and walked off.
All that could be heard were my muffled words behind her: "Well at least he's cute!"
Good one Kim. Goooooood one.
All my love,
Kim
