…even if she did say one…
J says I need to confess. Partially because he actually believes I need to confess, and partially because this happened over 2 weeks ago and he is still laughing about it.
We were in Amsterdam, in the beautiful apartment and I walked into the bedroom while Ella was playing too close to a night table. I was surprised. Frm the angle I saw it appeared she was going to fall and crack ehr head open. J was on the bed and could see more clearly…nevertheless, as soon as I saw her I said “sh*t!”
She looked at her dad, grinned, and said “sh*t”.
I looked at her dad, who was already laughing, and said “f#&k” I then gasped and we both held our breath…but Ella had moved on….
I wish J would. I’ll never live it down!