My poor daughter seems to have inherited my incredible grace and coordination. On her way to school this morning, she got off the bus, started to run for the school, and fell right on her face on the pavement. I have no idea why she didn't use her hands to break her fall. Tomorrow is her birthday and she will have a great fat lip and scratched up forehead for her pictures. Her Grandpa Benton and her Daddy couldn't contain their laughter when she tried to tell them the story of what happened. Not because it was funny but because she talks with a lisp now. She is my cute little darling girl and I will one day apologize to her for her bad genes. . .
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