Whoops

My parents use a phrase with me, "Don't touch." And normally I respond immediately. But sometimes the touch is inevitable. I just have to!! And sometimes I need to touch the item to break my fall or help me stand up. But I learned the hard way that sometimes I need to obey my parents...

The other day I started to pull up on something. I heard my mom say, "Daphne, Don't Touch!" So I stopped. But I wanted to stand up, so I did it anyway. Well, as I hang my head low and speak soft, I will admit my mother was right. That's the last time you will ever hear me say that though!

I was trying to pull up using a floor lamp. It was steady enough to get me upright, but once on my feet, it was tilting....and too quick for my feet to respond. Within a nanosecond it came crashing down to the floor sending glass shards all over the living room floor. Either from guilt or fear I'm not sure, but I started to bawl.

Mom quickly assessed the situation, removed me from the glass and then pulled out that hideous machine that's really loud. You know the one, she walks behind it and it makes the carpet all pretty. But I hate it. I scream when she starts it up. So when she pulled it out, I knew I was in trouble....

Whoops...