The girls – all three of them (or so I thought) – were upstairs playing in a safe (or so I thought), designated kids’ area. I was downstairs searching for a blasted username for an online bill payment service and also trying to register for one of those perks programs for our local office supply store that probably will never get me any perks. I heard Layla whining to come in, so I stepped away from the office and wandered to the backdoor. There I discovered not only our dog but my 18-month-old playing outside with a broken snow globe. How she managed to get the snow globe down from a high shelf in her big sisters’ bedroom I don’t even want to think about (it would have required scaling a bookcase that, thankfully, is built into the wall and could not topple over on her). How she managed not to cut herself on the shards of glass, I’ll chalk up to a very vigilant (and overworked, I’m afraid) guardian angel.
It may be time to start paying said angel overtime.
“But how do you pay a guardian angel?” my 5-year-old asked.
“With prayers. Lots of them,” I said.
Oh how scary! I'm so glad she was not hurt!
I know I pray overtime to our guardian angels. I think I've found Ben with knives in his hands about half a dozen times. He has a positive knack for finding them. (And I'm obviously very bad about securing them in hard to reach places.)
I think mom's guardian angels work part-time for their kids, so that kids get 1.5 angels :)
I wrote about angels today too!
Since ME wasn't hurt, I'm laughing hysterically!! You don't need to wonder what it would be like to have a little boy……!!! That girl is going to go places!
Oh how scary! Bet you didn't need and caffeine for the rest of the day!!