Helmet or bubble wrap? Helmet or
bubble wrap...
I’m trying to figure out Jesse’s
Hanukkah gift this year and it comes down to a shiny new Riddell football
helmet – or a full bubble wrap body suit.
I wouldn’t have considered either
of these if it wasn’t for a gift that I gave her a long, long time ago. The
gift of highly-flawed DNA. Heredity is a fickle thing apparently. Despite being
blessed with most of our best traits – Shelly’s looks and Shelly’s brains – Jesse somehow got stuck with my feeble excuse
for motor coordination. It’s really the only way that we can explain her dozen
or so trips to the hospital over the last few years.
Jake’s assessment, “A baby giraffe
in heels is less clumsy than you, JD. I’m still scratching my head over how you
got into that little incident with the ATV a few years back.”
SERIOUSLY?? You crash one 4-wheeler into one telephone pole one time
and you’re labeled for life.
How bad could it have been anyway? I hardly even remember it.
How bad could it have been anyway? I hardly even remember it.