My mother has something to say! This is a guest post from Carol K. Brown, herself:
I (Jenny’s mother) had an equipment malfunction on my bicycle that threw me—literally. OK, I now look like the creature from the black lagoon with face bruises and have a cast on my fractured elbow, but it was my left and I’m a righty so I’m doing quite well, actually.
Jenny prepared the kids who are planning to visit us in Miami Beach in about a week. I got a very serious call from Pie. She explained that she understood I couldn’t play with her, but she would just have to play with Peter (her grandfather) instead. I insisted that I would definitely be able to play with her, that there were only a few things I wouldn’t be able to do as usual. Neglecting to mention that she was getting way too big for it anyway, I explained to her that my only limitation would probably be that I could no longer pick her up, turn her upside down, swing her a lot before throwing her on the bed. She got very quiet and after a long pause announced, “I guess that Peter will just have to do it!â€
