I Might as Well Have Let Her Carry Them

I brought some things upstairs this afternoon - a bag of apples, a head of lettuce, a bag of mixed greens. And I was carrying Miss M at the same time. She said, "Mommy, I can carry the apples!" I said, "No, because if you drop the bag, they'll fall on the cement floor and be bruised. I'll carry them." So we started up the steps. I fumbled to open the door at the top of the steps - and the bag of apples went bump-bump-bumping down every single step until it bounced off the last step, rolled onto the cement floor and hit the cement block wall.

Miss M was shrieking with laughter. I don't think I've laughed that hard in a long time. I can't wait to see the condition of those apples when I cut them up for breakfast in the morning.