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In Which Things That Were Not Funny at the Time Become Funny 24 Hours Later

June 22nd, 2010  |  by  |  Published in Link Bait  |  3 Comments

Sasha is now at an age—18 months—when, although she’s fully capable of walking three blocks to and from the subway (with a parent, of course; she’s not free-range yet), she’s not entirely sure she wants to. “Bao-bao!” she says, lifting her arms to be carried. Then, a few minutes later, “Down!” or “Walk?” She walks, or even runs, and then it’s back into the arms of myself or her mother.

Yesterday, I took her to the Preschool of America, a task that is usually her mother’s. We got out of the F train at East Broadway and crossed the street, which is when she asked, a bit to my surprise, to walk. I set her down and she took off across the sidewalk.

Then she tripped.

This was not, in itself, an unusual occurrence. Kids trip, adults trip. We fall down, maybe scrape our knees or our palms, cry a bit, get back up.

But this time, Sasha landed on her hands—and kept going. She did a full somersault, grazing her forehead on the sidewalk, and winding up on her back, tears bursting from her big eyes. I may sound calm now, but damn, that was scary. A scraped knee is one thing, but a head injury? Not what we like around here.

Of course, she was fine, and now, 24 hours later, what I remember most is the look on her face as she was completely inverted—a look of complete and utter surprise, a shocked discovery that the laws of physics allowed such spontaneous slapstick. Sorry, Sasha: I may be giggling at your pratfall, but one day you’ll understand. One day you’ll see me skateboarding.


  1. Bob Snitchler says:

    June 22nd, 2010at 1:31 pm(#)

    I don’t know of a parent that hasn’t gone through multiple of these events. 24 hours later, you’re wishing you had had your camera rolling to capture it. Of course, it you had, the camera would have been destroyed as you dropped it in your haste to rescue the little one from imminent disaster!

  2. Stefan says:

    June 22nd, 2010at 10:39 pm(#)

    sounds like you’re raising a tough kid. i like it.

  3. Matt says:

    June 23rd, 2010at 9:03 am(#)

    @Stefan: Would you fuck with a toddler with fresh wounds on her forehead? I certainly wouldn’t. Frankly, I’m a little scared of her now.

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