Many early evenings, when dinner is in the oven, I have a moment to slow down. This was one of those evenings. So, I was sitting on the couch relaxing, when all of a sudden I was ambushed and a five-year-old knee went right into my crotch! Now, I know I don’t have a scrotum, but it still hurt. After I yelled, “Ouch!” And instinctively grabbed myself. Azul expressed his concern and said, “I’m sorry I kicked you in your business. I’ll rub it for you.” I jumped off the couch, ” No, that’s okay!” Then I slowed down and continued, “But, thank you, my love.” Amazing how quickly I recovered.

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