When I trip and slam my eye into the corner of a granite counter top
and my eye swells nearly closed and I darn near pass out from the pain
of the hit and the effort of holding in the long string of expletives
jockeying around in my mouth, my three year-old rushes to my side, bends
down close to my face and says, "Mom! I told you three times can I
please have some more milk!"