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| I guess a broken arm renders my "always careful" record null and void, huh? |
Well, ya know, the other night, I broke my arm. The official name is a "right radial fracture," and the ER doctor said it's a "buckle" break, meaning I made my bone buckle.
Anyways, me breakin' my arm was just about the WORST thing that I coulda done, vis-a-vis my independence and freedom to decide how I play.
You see, the night after I broke my arm, it was Daddy's birthday, so I was doin' a twirling dance for Daddy I call "the Dervish," and I no sooner got started than Mommy and Daddy shouted out, "BE CAREFUL, ZOE!!!" at me. To which I responded: "I'm always careful!"
Do you know what my folks did then? The both looked at me, then at my splint, and then looked at me again and started laughing. At first, I thought 'Jerks!' and then I realized I'd definitely damaged my safety cred by fracturing my arm. So I ended up thinking "Now these jerks are gonna think they're always right!"
But I kept those thoughts to myself. I might be reckless, apparently, but I'm not stupid!
Anyways, I love ya lots, Big People! I'll see ya tomorrow! Muah!
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