60 mph yesterday. Margaret's piano teacher said the roof on her covered porch started to lift off and all sorts of debris went a-flyin' all over town.
I had to leave Mar with our dear Tracee Trace while I went to band practice last night. Mar became infatuated with the stuff roaming around the 'hood. She opened the porch door to check out a tree skeleton that that had made its way into our yard and the wind caught the door taking Margaret with it.
She clung to the door and was sucked out much like those Mary Poppins wannabes with their umbrellas. Her grip slipped and she skidded down the concrete steps leaving her with this raspberry:
Needless to say, she's one sore little kid today.
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Ouch!
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