I am Clumsy. I walk into walls, bang elbows and shoulders into door frames, stub my toes on the furniture that has been in the same place for years; yet remarkably have only had stitches once and no broken bones (only a torn ligament in my hand).
And my poor two-year-old is the latest victim of my general klutziness. I trip over him, knock him over, and usually hurt myself more than him in attempting to correct myself mid-step.
Earlier today I almost knocked him down (poor kid), and he just looked at me with the "mom, could you PLEASE get it together so I can go about my business of playing with these blocks" look. I had to laugh. After I got ice for my toe.
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