However, I've made up for that tranquility with the blow-outs that my teenage dd and I have. You know those huge steps at the motorcars show? You know how high up you are there? I have issues with steps anyway and during an argument with dd, she turned around too quickly on those stairs to give me a snippy retort, her backpack caught me, and I fell down about 5 wide stair risers in slow motion--to the horror of dd and all the immediate crowd.

It WAS pretty spectacular. Luckily, being a klutz means I KNOW how to fall so I wasn't hurt and managed to avoid taking anybody else with me but dd thought for sure she'd killed her mommy.

She was horrified and immediately burst into tears. I spent the entire show with her head in my shoulder, bawling her eyes out, and me consoling HER. Of course, she didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident and the upside was that she didn't fuss at me one more time for the entire trip!