Katie and Zac had dentist appointments this morning and I was loading the Hummer Stroller of Death into my car. I had to go back in the house to get the diaper bag and I tripped over one of the two (for lack of a better phrase) concrete car stoppers in the garage. I didn't fall, but I did utter a few naughty words under my breath. As I was walking back in the house, I heard Katie yell, "Mama, Nana (my mom) is on the phone!" I answered the phone and my mom started telling me that she had fallen and broken her foot the day before. "Mom, what happened? Did you fall?" I asked. "I was in the garage downstairs and tripped over one of those concrete car stopper things." How weird. You know, Mom and I have very strange relationships with our feet. I sprained my toe about a month ago. My mom stepped on some glass a few years ago and got a huge, nasty cut the exact same week I sprained my ankle in ballet class.

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