I did something yesterday that made me feel pretty stupid. Again.
Our granddaughter, Carson, was visiting and we decided to treat ourselves to a before dinner popsicle (her mother wasn’t home from work yet). So... down the stairs we dashed – to the extra freezer in the basement.
Getting a couple of the cold treats out, I handed one to her and opened the other for myself. She started eating hers right away. So did I. Wrapping my lips around the icy indulgence as if it were a lollipop, I almost felt like a kid again, but whoa! Something unusual happened. It stuck to my bottom lip and wouldn’t let go! When I pulled, it threatened to take my lip with it. Logic told me it would get warm and come off soon, but I sort of... panicked! Too eager to be free of this ice cold thing that was clinging tenaciously to my lip, I pulled a little too hard and off it came – along with a big chunk of my lip! Carson, who had been amused, stopped giggling when she saw that I was bleeding. But no real harm was done. I stopped the bleeding, enjoyed my treat with Carson, and we had a good laugh.
I wonder... could incidents like this one be the reason my grandchildren sometimes ask, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"