I know you love your mom. I love my mom. Even when your mom is being a total skank, you love her anyway. You lived in her belly like a parasite, and something about feeding off of someone means love.

But watching my mother grandparent sometimes makes me wonder…

Let me tell you why.

I was sitting on the porch with my mom, and The Munch was hanging on her legs while practicing her standing. Okay… so standing baby on chubby out of practice legs means you have to pay attention to her right? The Munch was bouncing around, and then bounced with a little too much zest and fell on her face.

“Mom! You got to watch her!!!”

Now… don’t get me wrong. The Munch falls when she is with me all the time… but this is not the point. The point is that she fell on my mom’s watch.

About 10 minutes later, the exact same scenario was happening, The Munch was bouncing away, then went to pick something up off the ground and fell on her head! And I know it was her head because of the resounding sound effect of her skull hitting the floor!

“Mom!!! Hello!? She just fell on her head!! That would have never happened with me!”

You know what? I don’t care that she once fell on her head with me too… what I care about is how many times my mom let me fall on my head!!!???