I stood with Skeeter as he waited anxiously at the bottom of the attic steps for my dad. Suddenly, I felt something smack me on the head. I looked up and saw my dad's feet dangling through the ceiling!
He'd been carrying a box of my old toys, but he took a misstep and came crashing through the ceiling feet-first. As he did, the box of toys he was holding spilled through the hole in the ceiling and came raining down on Skeeter like manna from Heaven! While I was absolutely horrified to see my father dangling through the ceiling, Skeeter just stared in awestruck wonder at all of the toys that now surrounded us. Then he looked at me with big eyes and said, "This is the greatest day of my LIIIIIIIFE!"
Meanwhile, his Papa continue to dangle from the ceiling, halfway through. Eventually, he did slide the rest of the way through and got down safely. The first thing Skeeter said to him after surviving his ordeal? "Papa, did you get my firetruck?"
No, Papa did NOT get his firetruck. What Papa DID get was some serious cuts and scrapes, a large dose of pain medication, and a hefty bill from the roof repair man.
