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So I spent a couple hours this morning cutting down a few large oak trees, cutting them into firewood and stacking the logs. I get home with my 3½ year old and just wanted to relax for a bit.
She asks me if I will take her outside and push her on the swingset. I say, "Just give me a few minutes. Cutting down all those trees and lugging all that wood around killed me. I'm going to lay down for a minute."
So she goes in the other room, picks up the phone, and calls my wife at work. She knows how to call her by just hitting 2 buttons on memory. This is how the conversation went.
Wife: Hello. What's up?
Kid: Daddy is dead.
Wife: What? How did that happen?
Kid: He was using a chainsaw.
Wife: Oh my god. Is he bleeding?
Kid: Umm, he looks like he is sleeping.
Wife: He was using a chainsaw and now he is not awake?
Kid: Yup.
I was in the other room laughing my ass off when my cell phone rings and it's the wife. She said she almost had a heart attack and now is pissed at me because I kept laughing at her. I told her to just be happy I'm alive. Not sure that helped out much.
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