Houston We Have A Problem

I wish life's problems were this "simple" for us adults: When we got home today Whitney told me her zipper had broken... apparently it happened after she put her coat on to leave for the day. She asked me to unzip it for her and I couldn't. She then handed me the pull as if I was a welder and could reattach it right then and there. Sorry, I know I'm a closet genius but that sucker plum snapped off, no fixin' that. She asked me to try to unzip it anyway. I go to grab the coat, I bunch it together to loosen up the situation so I could unzip it. That was when she flipped. This is the child we think we forever scarred with Scott swaddling her too tight in the early days. Because at this point she can't stand turtle necks & tight spaces, and the fact I tightened her coat ever so slightly made her wig out. Unfortunately, in the process the zipper went higher, which equals tighter. I told her the best way out was taking it off over her head like a shirt. This is what happened next...

Under that grin is a "Why didn't you major in welding?" comment.

I'm really surprised she is even smiling. Maybe the camera helped her keep her cool.

Whew, that was a close call. All that flipping around the floor probably helped.

Victory, Sweet Victory!

The culprit... those darn pulls, they don't make 'em like they used to.

Ok, it is a hand-me-down, so it was probably time for it to blow.

That was our drama of the day. Be thankful I didn't send you pictures of the wet stains on my shirt from the baby's diaper leaking through. The kids thought is was hilarious. I'd much rather share Whitney's drama then mine... with permission of course!!