Can people have nine lives or is it just cats? Or could Molly really be part cat? This girl used one of her nine lives today and it just makes me so nervous. At some point she's going to run out of luck and we'll be referring to this post.
Just months ago I watched her fly from my dad's arms and knock her head repeatedly against the cement. Nothing. I mean, a broken elbow, but in contrast to what my eyes saw, it was nothing.
Today was no different. All the kids were playing nicely, I was cleaning up the kitchen and getting ready for my dad's 68th birthday party when I heard the crash. Knowing the sound of breaking glass and the scream from Molly, I immediately yelled an expletive that I'm pretty sure the boys have never heard and better not ever repeat.
I turned the corner to the hallway to see Molly pinned under our full-length (?) mirror, the top of the mirror pressing against her head. I could see the glass, I could see the shards. Barefoot I ran over it all and pulled her out.