I thought it would be funny to surprise Anna today by walking next to her and dropping a doll with wild yellow hair (like Soapy's) and go "Oh, no, Soapy!" and let it hit the floor. So far it seems like a great joke, right?
I was in the basement holding Josie so I didn't want it to hit the ground too loudly so I thought about maybe letting the doll land on my foot first so it would be quieter. I was so excited about this awesome idea, I ran up the basement stairs quickly, leaving the real Soapy trying to keep up with me.
I got to the kitchen and took two steps in before I said "Oh no! Soapy!" and dropped the doll right by Anna's leg. Both she and my Mother jumped and Anna tried to catch this doll and that was the end of the awesome part of my joke Because the doll's monstrously leaden hand landed on some nerve in my foot and crippled me. Also Soapy started screaming right then because she thought I was running away from her and leaving her in the basement alone (I also turned the lights out once I reached the top) and Josie started crying because I scared her. And Anna was mad at me for making both girls cry hysterically simultaneously and startling her while she was cutting broccoli.
But I am mostly sad because my foot still hurts and I am not sure I learned a lasting lesson. That is the saddest part of all.
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I would like to read Anna's version of this story, but I imagine she is too busy comforting babies and finishing up the broccoli. Still, I imagine she would have something truly worthwhile to say about the event.
Chris, we need to talk. Kohler women have some very narrow ideas about jokes and thier children...afgans are more forgiving of infidel invaders.... Trust me on this. Dad kohler
I once made Bridget cry by playing an innocent - that's what I thought - joke on her. I put plastic bugs under the bathroom floor mat and asked her to check it out. I don't do those kinds of things any more.
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