I have told this story over and over again just waiting for someone to agree with me that it is funny, but so far, no luck.
I immediately went into mom mode and ran down to see the damage. Luckily, nothing seemed broken but Cassandra was a bit bruised. ICE, that is what she needed so I ran back up and opened up the freezer.
The tiny ice box was packed full – not with ice but with trout that Cassandra’s dad had caught. About 2 dozen ziplock bags of fish. So what did I do? I grabbed an armful of frozen fish and placed them on Cassandra’s legs and hands. She was now The Fish Girl and soon the tears of pain were replaced with tears of laugher.