A few weeks ago, the wind caught our storm door and one of the hinges broke.... Jason has not fixed it yet.... go figure! Since its broken the door will just fling open past the normal stopping point.
Last night the kids were on the porch, my hand were full from diaper bags, wallets, juice cups, raggies, and keys. I tried to hold the storm door with my foot as I shut the front door, but I was unsuccessful. A slight breeze blew, flung open the door, and the center of the door smacked Anthony directly on the forehead! In slow motion I heard him scream, stumble back, fall OFF the porch, and land on top of the bare sticks fro our Crepe Myrtle! Once I realized he was not impaled, I fell out laughing! It was soo comical! He was not too happy with my laughter but what can I do!
As soon as Jason got home from work, Anthony said"You need to fix dat door Daddy! It hurt you all time!!" Of course that was met with more of my giggles!