does this sound like karma or what? « Letters from Grenada

does this sound like karma or what?

I’m standing at the kitchen counter assembling a pizza. (Remember my pizza? My pizza rocks.) I’m totally engrossed in rolling out the dough when, out of the corner of my eye, I see something flying towards me. Whatever it is hits my toe – my littlest toe – and I’m all jumping around like Ow, ow, ow! and (silently, because Bean is there) Who the fuck threw that and what the fuck is it?

So. Long story short it was a tube of A&D ointment that fell off a shelf. I figure this out in under a minute, and get back to my pizza.

But.

Bean is laughing at me. So I say, Honey, it’s not funny. Mommy’s toe hurts.

He stops laughing and says, Oh. Alright. Sorry.

(pause)

Mommy? It’s a LITTLE bit funny, isn’t it?

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[Edited to add: The joyless literalist buzzkills among you will be thrilled to know that I am well aware that this does not constitute karma. Who the flock do you think I am? Alanis Morrissette?]