Yet another Rylie story

Kids at this age are funny. Not funny HA-HA, funny like, OH MY GOSH, if you whine one more time I will sell you to the circus - funny. (I guess that might only be funny to her little sisters and me) When it comes to Bryanna, she always manages to make me chuckle at things I probably shouldn’t be chuckling at. Her and Lauren had gone to the carnival with Grandma and Papa. When they got back, Bryanna was not feeling good and her face had a green tint to it. She had been tossed and turned on the rides and she was about to lose it on the living room carpet. She ran to the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat in the upright position, sat herself on the floor and hovered over the bowl with her arms wrapped tightly around the rim as she stared at the reflection of herself in the water. Rylie, a curious and concerned baby sister walked over there with the sweetest face ever, put one hand on the back of her older sister and the other hand on the lifted toilet seat lid, for a tiny moment, I smiled thinking how wonderful a child I had raised to feel empathy when one of the others is in need. As my arms began to cross and my smile became what I thought to be a sweet memory I would share with both of them later in life, Rylie took the hand on the lid and with forces I never knew a child could possess, slammed the toilet lid on Bryannas face.
OH MY GOD! I froze. Being the non-panicky mother that I am, I wasn’t sure if I should grab Rylie before she bolted, tend to the child with her head in the toilet, or fall to my knees in laughter at the sight of the whole thing. I chose the second option and tended to Bryanna. At first glance you would have thought the child had severe head trauma, blood all over her face and the bathroom. The water stained pink as drops of blood fell from the bridge of her nose. I felt so bad that I ever thought about laughing, but once we cleaned her up and saw that it was a cut the width of a pinky nail, the tears subsided for Bryanna and the laughter kicked in. That lasted all of about a few minutes when she began to get the “thinking face” .She looked at me with embarrassment and asked,
“How do I explain that I got my FACE slammed in the toilet”?
My husband thought it was cute to tell her that if someone asks, say Mommy punched you. Sick humor I tell you! It's all around me! I didn't stand a chance.