Duct Tape

Sultana received a  Duct Tape Bracelet kit for Christmas.  She loves it.  It’s 10 (or so)  plastic bracelets with 10 (or so) different kinds of duct tape to decorate said bracelets.  Pretty cool idea.  Quick, Easy, Fun, and not so messy!  I like it.  Until….  I am sitting at my computer surfing Amazon and Facebook at my computer that is four and a half feet from the dining room table (I measured) where Sultana, Sass, Shush and Buddy (their only boy cousin)(7 years of age) are working on these bracelets.  It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon.  The TV is on, juice boxes are flowing, just a laid back easy kind of day. (I’m pretty sure I just stole someone’s lyrics, but can’t think of whom)

When all of a sudden, I hear a load THUD!  Then Buddy starts to cry.  Not that I didn’t get what I wanted cry.  But the I have just maimed myself cry!  I run into kitchen (12 feet away from desk, again measured, I had the tape out already).  Buddy is laying on the floor.  His hands are taped behind his back, his feet are taped together.  He has an instant bump on his chin, like a golf ball size bump. It’s already starting to turn purple.  I get him settled down, and on the couch with Boo Boo Bunny.

I try and figure out what happened.  They were  next to me one minute, then he was on the floor crying the next.

Buddy says “It’s not really their fault.  I was the bad guy trying to escape.”

Sultana says “Would it make you feel better Buddy to tape me up?”

Sass says “If I were taped up I would know better than to try and make the floor hurt me!”

This round goes to Sass!