Aug. 17, 2009 - Imagination much?
“My hiney hurts!” Ian said while wincing and grabbing his rear end.
“Why does your hiney hurt?” I said not really even registering the words being said by myself or Ian because I was completely and thoroughly intent on getting the coffee from the bean state to the in-my- cup-drinkable state.
“Because I went down the steps soooo fast!” Ian said, still rubbing his still-burning tush and spinning in a circle al a Tazmanian Devil.
By now the intoxicating smell of coffee was wafting out of the pot awakening syntaxes and prompting them to actually connect so words held meaning once again. I shook my head and said with a giggle, “Well, maybe you shouldn’t go down the steps so fast!”
“I didn’t! My hiney chose to go down so fast … or maybe the stairs chose to make me go down so fast. Yeah! The stairs pushed me and that’s why I went down so fast!”
