jumping on the couch. One fell down and she yelled “Ouch!”

She didn’t actually verbalize…just a pregnant pause followed by 5 minutes of howling. I knew it was going to be bad by the sound of the thunk she made. It sounded like when my friend Scott smacked into the side of a 4-foot deep wash descending Hairball earlier that day.

After the crying, Beckie and I sang the “10 Little Monkeys” song to G. She seemed to get it. sort of. It only took that stupid momma and doctor another 9 times before they changed their behavior.