And Niamh earned her wounds at the International Fountain at Seattle Center. She was running from the spray and slipped on the slope (though it is a dangerously steep grade). The whole drive home, as she whimpered in the back seat from the burn of her new wound, she blamed the designers of the fountain for making it so dangerous. Right on, Niamh, we'll sue!
Who are we going to blame for the time you turned the corner too fast and hit the edge of the door jamb? Who are we going to blame for the countless times both of you have had your fingers snapped by the tape measure which you insist on playing with, even after being cautioned about that very danger when you push the retract button? Who are we going to blame for all the times you trip over the dog who is always lying on the floor right where anyone wants to step? Hmmm?