I fell on the ice yesterday at the bottom of my front porch steps. It doesn't get sunny there, so the ice never melts well. But it had been warm, and ice wasn't on my mind, so by the time I hit it, I didn't have a second to react. I landed flat on my back and hips and threw one arm out in time to keep my head from hitting the ground. Then some son of a bitch who was walking by started to laugh! I could tell it was a grown man, or at least an overgrown child whose voice had changed. I don't know if it was a neighbor or a maintenance person or what, but I was appalled. I couldn't even imagine anybody laughing at someone who had just fallen on the sidewalk, even if I did look stupid going in for a crash landing. I yelled out, "Hey thanks, you've been helpful!"
Anyway, my preschooler came over and asked if I was okay, then offered her hand so I could get up. She said, "I *stared* at that man who laughed at you, Mommy. I just *stared* at him." Later, I asked her to stare at her nanna and papa the way she had done when the man laughed at me, and both of them told me she already has the death ray look down pat. I was proud of her for standing up against unkindness in her own little way.
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