When I woke up this morning, dad wasn't home. Sometimes he goes in to work early but not today, today he was in hospital!
Last night, right about the time that I was drifting off to sleep dad was playing basketball. Just before the game finished, he jumped up into the air and got pushed. He landed awkwardly and crunch, copy cat - a dislocated elbow and broken arm!
Can you believe that dad had to find something so painful to do to copy me? Surely he could have found an easier way to be like me.