How stupid do you have to be not to know that your bum is big(ger than mine)? Its 8:45 am on a crisp October morning. Remember the outlaws are visiting. Your truly has boiled an egg, soft-boiled to be precise (This piece of precision is important in the general outcome of the story being told). Pickle decided to eat a couple of bites of the white just so that he can see the 'jallo anda' and once the 'jallo' sighting is done, he decides that mission has been accomplished and that he can trot away.
Scene II. MIL offers to feed Pickle as I need to get ready for work. So I give her the egg and get busy with something else before going upstairs to get dressed. Suddenly I hear a big thud. Expecting Pickle to have thrown something, I happen to notice the very healthy MIL on the floor and the thud came from the Pickle's bench collapsing, the wall painted a royal yellow. Mind you now that he is allowed to eat either at the table with us or at his bench and table in the kitchen. So the MIL, probably eyeing the egg and delirious from hunger, plonked her little self on the toddler's plastic bench and had a great fall!
And I do not know about all the king's horses and all the king's men, but I just rushed upstairs to get ready. I was getting late you see :)
I should've seen it coming. She also has been plonking her self on this little cane mooda I got for Pickle from our trip to Corbett this summer. I carted it all the way here, halfway across the world and if she sits on that again, my heart will miss a beat.
I completely forgot to mention that I sit on that bench all the time, for prolonged periods, even eat my meals with Pickle there sometimes.
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