Awww...! What happened to your face!?

When I was about 4 or 5 years old, one of my favourite and surely most irritating pass-times was climbing my parents' living room cabinet and pulling the knobs off of my Dad's stereo system. Despite being scolded and punished for doing this many times, I was evidently quite driven in my pursuit of this activity.

One day when my Mom noticed that it was "too quiet in the house," she decided to check on me and found me with the knobs in my hands and an "oh no, I'm busted" look on my face. Frustrated that I wasn't learning my lesson, she told me to go sit in my bedroom, facing the corner, and she gave a slight push in the direction of my room. Right at that moment I tripped over my own feet, fell down and hit my cheek on the carpeting, resulting in a small rug-burn on my face.

Now, in order to finish this story, it's important to note that my father never notices anything. Even if one day the sky turned from blue to dark red, he wouldn't notice that anything had changed. Keeping that in mind, it's amusing that when my Dad came home from work, hours after my fall, the first thing he said was, "Awww...! What happened to your face!?" with a look of genuine parental concern. Since apparently I was eager for retribution, I answered, "Mom threw me into the wall!"

I think my dad believed me for about 5 seconds until he heard about my attack on his stereo system. LOL!