K is playing in the living room.
Q is outside with daddy.
Daddy is cleaning the garage.
I am enjoying the silence, cleaning veggies and fruits for the week.
Q comes running in the house screaming, "Mommy, MOMMY, come NOW!"
I dropped the pineapple and knife and went running. Fear running through me.
Why is he yelling for me?
Who is hurt?
How much blood will there be?
Where is my phone to call 911?
I reach the garage with fruit all over my hands to find Q laughing. "Mommy, daddy is hilarious!"
There's no blood, nobody is hurt, no need to run, no need to worry. They are only playing.
Daddy was riding the little power wheels. It was funny enough for Q to scream for me.
Telling Q never to yell like that again, I went back to my work.