‘The Night I Punched My Baby Son In The Face’, by Tinman was a very funny post that I read the other day and it was the inspiration for my story today.
My uncle and aunt were travelling beyond the Pale and staying in some place like Mullingar, Athlone or Longford. I don’t actually recall the town although I was with them at the time. Locating our chosen hotel they parked on the street opposite the building. You could do that with no problem fifty years ago! Anyhow, my uncle collected the carry-cot with son & heir from the back seat and proceeded to cross the road. One of the carrying handles slipped from his grasp and the child rolled out over the blankets (which broke the fall) and across the road only stopping as it reached the pavement.
Suddenly flustered and in shock, my uncle bundled the child back in the carry-cot and covered him in the blankets, then walked casually into the hotel. It was only when we reached the bedroom that they checked out the child for damage! Relieved to know that all was well, my aunt and uncle sat on the bed and started to laugh, more at their own actions than anything else. It was pure Keystone cops!
Now come on own up, sure there’s nobody listening ….. 😉