Scream... run... HOLY S***!

[Beirut]

So, my woman is out at choir practice and I'm taking care of the kids. One (9)is brushing her teeth in the room next to me. The other (7) is playing in her room. I'm at my computer. All of a sudden there is a scream. Now anyone who lives with two little girls knows that screaming is a part of life, but this wasn't an ordinary scream. It froze my blood.

I go flying downstairs into her bedroom and there's no kid, just a great big four foot high dresser collapsed on the floor with crap everywhere and a scream coming from underneath. ACK! One second of fear, panic, and darkness overwhelms me.

The next second that ******* chest of drawers is airborne. My little sweetie is lying on the floor. I pick her up and give her the once over, check for blood on her head, that she still has two eyes, things like that. Then I see her hands. I see a red, twisted thing where her fingers are. It looks like one of her fingers got horribly mangled. S***!

She was holding onto a small red plastic lizard. It looked like a ripped up finger. Good grief! From what I can see, she had pulled all the drawers open and then was pulling on the top drawer to see in, and that brought the whole thing down on her.

The end result was one scratched finger (Thank you Lord!), two terrified kids, and one thankful and scared Beirut. Tomorrow I'm nailing that dresser to the wall. Mind you, I'm sure she won't pull all the drawers out like that again.

All this was about fifteen minutes ago.

Kids....

I need a beer.