This afternoon I came back from the optometrist after having those drops that make your eyes all wonky, and apparently I misjudged where the floor was in the office, because I took a headfirst dive into a book case. (No concussion or anything, just a nice gooseegg.)
As I’m lying on the floor in pain, Little Miss comes over and squats down. “Mom! MOM! You’re supposed to WALK. You’re not supposed to FALL!!”
Ah yes, the baton of sarcasm passes to yet another generation. My evil mission is accomplished.