About a year ago, Kyle tried to sit on an end table and racked himself so hard that he couldn't sit down for a month without whining.
Dave and I laughed for about five hours after the event, and again at each subsequent whine.
I will never laugh at such things again.
Today as I was kneeling to put toys away, I went down super fast because I was in a hurry and took myself in the rear with the corner of the coffee table.
It hurt so bad I literally almost cried, something I haven't done out of pain since I was little.
Payback's a bitch.
I can't wait for it to happen to Dave.