Yesterday was a day that I'm not too thrilled to ever relive. You know it's bad when your mom calls and says "how's your day?" When you ask her the same she says, "we've had a little incident."
Zoe and Grandma went to Fred Meyer to do some grocery shopping. Ever since Zoe has been in tap class she likes to dance in the aisles of the grocery store. It's her personal stage. Grandma happened to be looking at something while Zoe was dancing in the aisle. Out of the corner of her eye, Grandma noticed a palette hand truck stacked with frozen food coming down the aisle. The kid with the palette was pushing it rather than pulling it and couldn't see in front of him because of the size of the stack of frozen food.
Grandma turned around, screamed bloody murder and watched in slow motion as the palette ran into Zoe, knocking her to the ground. Frozen food fell off the palette, but fortunately landed on the other side of Zoe missing her head and and torso completely. A couple other frozen items fell off landing on her legs.
She immediately started crying and asking Grandma to leave the store. They left and Zoe seems to be fine. Fortunately nothing landed on her in places that would be a critical injury. Her legs are fine, only some small bruises. Her elbow is the sorest part because she landed on it. We had it checked out and it is not broken, however it is severely bruised on the inside.
Last night as I was tucking her into bed she said, "I'm sorry I ran into frozen food. I'm a little scared of frozen food now."
Of course you're scared of frozen food. How often does someone get run over by it.
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