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On Friday, I made my (never looked forward to) journey to the pit of all that was bad about me...New Hope. It is Homecoming 2008, with all the festivities: the floats, the convertible cars carrying girls much to young to wear those dresses, the former classmates looking fabulous, the trucks full of kids waving for no apparent reason to other kids waving back for no real reason, the firetrucks, police cars (who is protecting this city at this time?), and the reason we go... friends and candy.
We get there early to get a parking place at the normal place for us, the Methodist church. Now if you ever venture to New Hope (please don't) but if you do and you notice the church on the north just east of the school, that is the place of this boxing match. There are about 25 steps, at least 12ft wide going up to the sanctuary of the church. The girls are running around, because I need them to let off some steam, and playing with their friends, Hope and Grace. The party moves to the steps of the church, and Jama takes a notion to play "how many steps can I miss". Now she has fallen, scraped her head/face on the concrete and lets out her usual Joy scream. This scream comes out at anytime, and is usually followed by Amiley... (insert something Smiley has done here). So of course I didn't run to her aid, how was I to know, it was the usual scream. I don't rush, I just walk to her after I make sure the baby is being eyeballed by somebody. Then, has scrapes everywhere. nose, eyebrows, mouth, ankle, ouch but serious? I just don't see it, this is usual Jama scream, not a "hey this is important scream" (unless you were an onlooker), just the usual. The only thing she wants is a band aid for her ankle, which is not really hurt. Having heard her scream like that over a thousand times I guess I thought a "this is important scream" would be different, not so.
We watch the parade, gather candy, say goodbye to friends and load up for home, by now we have a bag of ice not being used although the having it makes the pain better. I ask her if she feels funny or sick, no. So I put them down for a nap.
When Jama awakes,
YIKES,
her face...
Oh sweety...
Bad Mommy...
VERY BAD MOMMY!!!...
