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.
Things like this do not happen in your house....
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