Sometimes the parent should listen to their own advice. Jenny and I were out the door to pick up Daryl when I remembered a form I needed to take with me. Instead of kicking my slightly wet shoes off, I made a few big leaps across the carpet to the kitchen. My foot hit the vinyl flooring and I knew I was in trouble. In the next couple of seconds, I found myself looking up at the ceiling and pausing momentarily to see if there was any excruciating pain coming from any parts of my body. To my relief, there wasn't any except a little throbbing coming from my knee which probably was the first to smash into the floor. I have attached a photo of the marks from my shoes. I guess I'm not that old yet, no broken hips.
