Skull

It was June outside today, so we walked to the bakery. Karl was not walking, so he was on my shoulders, and Sanna was not walking, so she was in the wagon. Two kids rode past on bikes when we approached a wet patch of sidewalk. I dodged them and walked around, suddenly finding my feet slipping out from under me like I was on swivel casters. It was like a Steve Martin skit, or that episode of Ellen when she tried to replace the water cooler bottle, only I had a small child on my shoulders, and my grip on his ankles was the only thing preventing his skull from crashing into the pavement.

I skittered and swayed and splayed and remained on my feet until the pavement was dry. Karl was still on my shoulders, except he was upside down, and we were back to back. Brooke and Sanna were still on the other side of the puddle, both of them about to burst into tears.

Brooke was amazed I didn't fall. I figured falling wasn't an option, so I didn't.