It's getting dark. dark is ok.... I guess.
Mom just jumped on me. Or fell on me depending on how you look at it. Tackled me. utterly unprovoked.
I was being a good child, just laying on the floor; legs crossed arms stretched out by my sides. Quietly, thinking my own thoughts and giving no one grief or cause to be upset or anything. just being my little innocent self.
And WHAT may I ask does she do? she tackles me! For no comprehensible reason!
Well, being me, all I did was turn her over and tickle her.
well... maybe I did do some thing else.... maybe I tickled her feet...... a little bit..... be she deserved that..... and maybe I took her socks too.....