Nate the Robot

So about a week and a half ago, my family decided to go hiking at the local state park. My kids are elementary age, and they have a nice easy trail at this park that runs by a creek. My kids LOVE to creek walk, so it’s a great time for my wife and I to walk the trail while the kids walk through the creek looking for tadpoles and other associated nasty stuff. So when the trail reached the point that it would not longer be running beside the creek, we told the kids they needed to come up and walk the rest of the way beside us. Me, being the good daddy that I am, walked down the incline to provide a helping hand to my children to make sure they didn’t slip and fall. Thus enters the problem, which is this false sense of confidence that somehow I was more immune to falling than my children. As I turned to walk back up the hill, my foot slipped out from under me like I was stepping on ice. Instinctively, my arms moved to break my fall, but because it was a slippery hill, my hands slipped away and I slammed down on the left side of my chest (maybe on a tree root). The X-ray didn’t find evidence of any fracture, but man did I do something bad to my ribs. 10 days later and it STILL hurts to take deep breaths. So the moral of the story is that being old sucks. I was reminded of this even more as June 2nd was my 42nd birthday, and as we all know, 42 is supposed to be magical (as seen in this clip)

P.S. I would TOTALLY build a robot to make me popcorn, I LOVE IT!