I said I was sorry!

Had another parenting misstep this weekend, and only a little blood was spilled. The guilt card, however, remains in play and will remain so for some time to come.

On Saturday, Katie and I took in a little exercise--she was on Rollerblades and I was on sneakers. We chugged across the West Ward (well, I chugged, she glided, but despite the fact that she was on wheels, I still ended up circling and waiting for her at every little rise, but that's another story) and then through Cadwallader Park, unscathed, and swung by the bodega at the end to get some pork roll, egg, and cheese sandwiches--this small detour being the only way I can get her to come with me.

As we paid for our freshly cooked sandwiches and drinks, Papi put the sandwiches in a bag, but when he got out a separate bag for Katie's ice tea I said, "that's ok, we don't need a bag," because really, who needs a bag for one drink? That's just wasteful. Katie said, "but I need a bag for my drink."

"No you don't. Just hold it."

"But I'm skating. What if I fall?"

"Pffft, You're not going to fall." She never falls.

Of course she fell. Normally as sure on her wheels as a cat on a branch, I watched her suddenly lean back and pinwheel her arms as we headed down Lee Ave. . . and recover. But just as she was saying, "I bet you thought I was going to go d-. . ." she went down. Well, first she went up--her feet quickly exited out from under her body and she was jettisoned into the air . . . and then she landed in the middle of an arc of ice tea and broken glass.

A bit stunned and in pain from the impact, I picked her up and tried to brush off the mud and glass, and we headed home. I knew she broke her fall in part with her hands, but now they were buried in the sleeves of her jacket, and honestly, I didn't want to uncover them at that particular moment--let's just examine that later (my motto). But I guess they started to sting, so she pulled up her sleeves and . . . large amounts of dripping blood. We made our way home, tho, and she was just fine, apart from some embedded glass, small cuts, and bruises. Standard stuff.

But can I tell you just how many times I heard her tell various friends this story? Many. Funny thing is how it's developing--she went from, "Naomi! I fell with a bottle of ice tea in my hand!" to "Then Mom snatched that bag out of Papi's hand with fire in her eyes and told him 'don't you give her a bag! She can not have one!' And she knew I was going to fall!! "

Yup, another blogger on the way.  :-) 

Comments

[Co-lin]

Iced tea? What's wrong with you people!? :-)

[Splee]

I never did understand Iced Tea. It must be different Tea or something. Like, Jelly over there is what we call Jam, and what we call Jelly is Jel-o (or something) over there.

It's all far too confusing and I believe that we should reintroduce the real english language back to the Americans. The poor misguided souls have changed spellings and everything!

[Co-lin]

Splee, my advice to you now is to tread carefully. We are guests on US soil here.

You know and I know that the correct spelling is 'through', and 'colour' has a u in it, and that tea should be served hot with milk, sugar optional.

But one step at a time. :-)

[Greavsie]

*Makes note to pack Tea bags*

[em]

Tall glass, Tetly Tea, icey cold, sugar, lemon. DE-licious. peanut butter and jelly sandwich optional. it's the simple things that we do so well, like spelling--who needs a superfluous u all over the place? just wasteful. ;-)

[Greavsie]

Should that not be superfluos then?

[em]

doh! it's sperflos! :-DD

[Jamie]

It was kind of a shock to me to visit England and find out that people were putting milk in their tea, and that I was considered quite singular for not having done so. :-)

The best iced tea is made with Luzianne. Iced tea is a natural thing in a warm climate, trust me.

[em]

Luzianne tea? i drink Luzianne coffee...