Last year nephew was nipped below his left eye by the family dog. The dog was a little older and probably a little grouchy. You'd be grouchy too if small humans thought it was okay to pull your hair and stomp on your tail. SIL freaked and decided the vicious dog had to be put down.
Last month 4 y.o. nephew is tearing through the house and slams face first into the coffee table and chips a front tooth. SIL calls MIL, can't find her. She calls H, "WHERE'S MOM!!! WE HAVE TO GET SON TO THE DENTIST TO PUT THE TOOTH BACK!!!!!! GO ASK YOUR DENTAL HYGIENIST NEIGHBOR WHAT TO DO?!!?!?!ZOMGTHEWORLD'SGOINGTOEND"
So, what does the woman who can't manage life do?
She buys her kids a trampoline. SIL set the 2ft. high trampoline in front of the large, oak entertainment center. It's only a matter of time before one of the kids bounces into the tv.
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