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hazard pay

By Tara Zandra | April 13, 2006

So I’m trying to fix a strap on Daisy’s stroller and she kept climbing into it because she loves her stroller. Of course, the little bugger was quite pleased with herself and told me “sit” with a satisfied grin. I pawned the kid off on her sister to play blocks which meant my toiling was treated to a soundtrack of “Thar she blows!” and “Timber!” at increasing louder decibels. Somehow I managed to complete what started as a simple task and ended with taking off the entire cover and reassembling parts of my stroller. As I stepped away, Miss Daisy nimbly stepped onto the footrest, threw one leg over the tray and plopped into the seat again.


Admitting defeat for the moment, I bent over to pick something off the floor. At that momenet, my darling decided to slap the tray and my her razor sharp baby fingernail slashed my eye and underside of my eyelid. The mirror is yielding very few answers as the injury is in the outer corner of my eye. I spent not just a few minutes doing my best Susannah Hoff impression trying to see that spot before declaring it impossible. I saw red, in my eye, not in anger, and I’m getting a small headache right above that area.

I need a diet coke.

Topics: Life, Delightful D |

One Response to “hazard pay”

  1. Melody Says:
    April 16th, 2006 at 8:04 am

    Oh wow that happened to me when my best friend’s youngest accidentally scratched my eye with her young tiny fingernail. I couldn’t open it for two days, my eye muscles did that clenching it shut thing. Plus my eye wouldn’t stop watering, and the pain was excruciating! Hope you heal fast!