This morning, as Kia and I were "enjoying" our coffee, the kids were playing in their room. They usually play really well together w/ the occasional dust up - where one of them comes whimpering out of the room crying.
Well, this morning, as we were trying to chill, we heard Ryder crying and then Zoe screaming "MOMMY, DADDY, COME!!!!!" So, we have both kids in their bedroom crying and screaming, NOT your ordinary cry or scream; the kind that sends parents into an instant panic. We've only heard that scream once before in Virginia when Zoe fell on top of her Princess Crown and it poked her in the back.
Anyway, Kia and I, once we realize the severity, go into "parent panic" and run to their room. As we get in there, Ryder is behind Zoes bed - between the wall and the bed - and Zoe is standing there freaking out. Not knowing what the hell is going on, I lift the bed and scream for Zoe to get out from underneath the bed - meanwhile, she is behind me, near the door to the room - not even under the bed. Ryder is screaming and crying, but seemingly OK.
When the dust settles, it turns out that Ryder, in an attempt to exit from underneath the bed via the back, got his head stuck between the bed and the wall. I believe his nose was in the way.
Jesus... that probably took 6 months off of Kia and my lives.
Here is Ryder giving the "thumbs up" sign:
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