Karma

Do you remember how Nathan dressed up like a Pirate for Halloween?

I ended up buying this plastic sword to complete the outfit - and this is where my downfall began.

He was obsessed with this sword.  He would play with morning, noon and night.  He even asked to take it to school and asked to sleep with it.

Yeah - it was that serious.

Truth be told, I hated the plastic sword.

I was constantly yelling at Nathan to "be careful", "don't hit your brother with the sword" and my favorite, "take that sword out of your pants".

There is nothing more dangerous than a toddler with a pokey shiny object.

Today, with sword in hand, Nathan tripped and the tiny plastic sword cracked in half.

His face said it all - devastation, disappointment and sadness.  He looked up at me and just whispered, "it's broken".  Poor kid.

I went over to give him a hug, as I whispered a big "Thank you God" up to heavens.

While I showed concerned on the outside, inside I was ecstatic and smiling.

My contentment was short lived - because karma, is well karma.  I should have known better than to take pleasure in the pain of others.

Not five minutes after I had sat the depressed toddler on the couch to watch TV, that Noah yanked on the cable box and broke it.

Right in the middle of Nathan's favorite show.

Poor kid had a rough morning.

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