I don't know if Granddaddy has ever been to a Presbyterian service before in his life (but I kind of don't think so), but I found some sort of humor in the fact that of all days we had a Baptism (paedo) today. Granddaddy's an old Southern Baptist. :)
After church, I was standing around talking to one of my most special little friends when one of "my" boys dashed by. I grabbed Christopher round the waist and moments later both of us were on the floor. I don't think I said "Ouch!" though Christopher did (and that plucky seven-year-old doesn't say that easily). We both landed on our knees (him underneath). I'm still not sure if I tripped because I stepped on my own skirt, or because Christopher had his feet tangled in it or his forward motion was simply too strong for me to "whoa" back on him with those shoes I had on. I realized (after we got home) that I didn't even have the grace to be embarressed about the whole thing. I grunted as my knee cap smacked into the floor and one of the elders who was standing there, talking to another man, said, "That didn't sound good!" I laughed it off, let Christopher go (he and I go way back on "You can't catch me!" so I like to grab him when he's not looking), and went back to talking to Isabelle.
Anyway, I landed with most of my weight on my left knee. It's now sore and I have a bit of a knot under my knee cap where it swelled up. However, it feels a whole lot better than it did just a couple of hours ago. Guess it serves me right for not behaving like a lady... ;P