He Slipped Out of My Hands
I went to pick up my little boy today, and he slipped out of my hands. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I lifted him by his arms. But my hands, as usual, were sweaty. Luckily, he had a soft chair underneath him so he wasn’ t hurt. But it made me realize that I need to get my condition fixed. I would never have forgiven myself if he had fallen onto the hard floor. A friend gave me a book a while ago called cure my sweaty palms by andy goodman. He swears it works, but I haven’ t taken the time to read it. I guess I need to.
