Whenever my kids stumble, I like to catch them, and declare in solemn tones:
‘I’ve got you. Mommy’s got you!’
And I can only hope, that when they’ve become adults, and they trip and fall on the troublesome path that is life, I’ll still be there saying:
‘I’ve got you.’
But who’s got me?
But sometimes I worry: ‘Who’s got mé?!’ Then I see hubby’s feet, dressed in Birkenstocks and woolly socks, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
My husband’s got me.