Falling

Maisie fell off the barstool in the kitchen for the bazillionth time this morning.  Mike and I dried her tears as we silently rolled our eyes at each other for her clumsiness. 

 

Little did I know that 45 minutes later she and I would have similar wounds.  45 minutes later I was running on a treadmill at the gym.  45 minutes later I was lost in thought and forgot I was running.  For the very first (and hopefully last) time ever, I lost my balance and fell off the treadmill. 

 

Definitely not my finest moment.  And to answer the most important question; yes, other people were at the gym. 

 

 Maisie's shins

 

My shins

 

Apparently, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.