Friday night at around 11pm:
Long day at work. Loads of passengers. Very windy weather. Bumpy flights. I am so glad when I arrive at home and just want to plop into bed and go to sleep.
When opening the door to the house and seeing the "Careful! Glas is broken!" sign, I half believe I am already asleep...
I guess, son closed the door with a karate kick earlier in the day. "A very, very light karate kick," he tells me in an innocent voice the next morning.
Apparently not light enough.
1 comment:
Things like this do not happen in your house....
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