I nearly took out a two year old.
Chris and I like to compete. Whatever he does, i'm convinced I can do better and faster. At the very least, i can do it better than his mom. So at lunch, when he was rubbing his hands together, I knew I needed to beat him. Naturally, I cranked my hands up to turbo and started firing away. However, my ring managed to fly off my finger and catupult across the North building cafeteria, barely grazing the head of an innocent blond two-year-old.
After recovering the ring, my necklace fell off my neck and slid down my shirt. In the middle of a conversation.
I was accused of having a janet jackson moment.