Let me preface my story by saying that of course I don’t enjoy when my children–or any of my loved ones, for that matter–get hurt. I just want that to be clear because I don’t want my readers to get the impression that my smug satisfaction with the events I am about to retell have anything to do with my child’s pain and suffering. Now, on with the story.
I came home last night after teaching my spin class and went into the kitchen after passing through the family room and saying hello to J, who was sitting in the chair watching television. Jim was in the kitchen, and in the course of our conversation, Jim mentioned that J was a little annoyed because something happened at work.
“What???” I said. “I saw him after he got home from work; he came home before I left for class and he was fine. He didn’t say anything about work, and I even asked him about his day.”
Jim replied, “He dropped something on his foot, and because he was wearing flip-flops it put a nice-sized cut in his toe.”
I said, “Hmm. He didn’t tell me that!”
And then I realized why. I called J up to the kitchen.
“Hey J, you didn’t tell me about what happened at work. Why not?”
He said, “I don’t know; I guess I just wasn’t thinking about it.”
I said, “Would it have anything to do with the fact that just a couple of days ago we had a conversation in which I told you that open-toed shoes were not appropriate footwear for a warehouse, and you told me that ‘lots of my co-workers wear open-toed shoes’ and ‘we don’t ever drop anything heavy enough to get hurt anyway’?”
He said, “Uh…maybe.”
We had a good laugh about that. Or maybe it was just me. As my sister said over dinner, sometimes those teachable moments just fall right into your lap.
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Those teachable moments just fall right into our lap…or onto someone’s toe (OUCH!) live and learn.
Did you have to bite your tongue to keep from saying, “SEE?!? THAT’S WHY WE LISTEN TO MOMMY!!!”?
No? Just me? 😉
I love it when they can say “I told you so” in our voices, in their heads. Then we don’t actually have to say it!
Hmmm… maybe mom does know best. Glad J was seriously hurt, but ‘I told you so’ can be gratifying sometimes.
That should have been ‘wasn’t hurt’
I am right, SOOOO much…that all it now takes is a glance his way…and all he does is wrench his eyebrows and purse up his lips to keep from smiling 😀 Sometimes…I won’t even look his way…all I have to say is, “karma.” It’s awesome. (of course, not awesome if they are hurt but awesome that everyone in the house knows *I* am the Queen of Right.)
God knew what she was doing when she gave moms the power of being right all the time. Then evolution made it so we never had to say, “I told you so.” We are so feeling awesome. (Like how I turned your post into a pat on my own back?)
My iPhone turned “freakin awesome” into “feeling awesome”. Awesome.
Being right is awesome. Slightly less awesome when it means someone got hurt. But if anyone tells you that hurt totally negates the awesome they are a liar.
I am thinking you had a hard time keeping back from dancing around shouting “I told you so, I told you so!!!”. Nice to see that they are never too old to listen to Mom 🙂
This cracked me up- I can just see the smug satisfaction on your face! 😉
Hope he’s ok.
You should get a tee shirt that simply says, “Told ya so!” 🙂