Abby has inherited my grace and agility. Abby, I am sorry about that. We were working on Christmas cards on Saturday morning. I walked over to get the waffles out of the toaster. When I was walking back, I watched as Abby simply fell out of the chair she was sitting in. She just hit the floor. It was not on purpose. It surprised her as much as it surprised me. She came up with a huge scrape on her nose. It joins the bruise on her forehead she got the night before while wrestling with her brother. Dang girl, you look like you got beat up.
This is not Abby's first run in with injuries. There was the infamous toenail that fell off when she hit it with a door. Abby handled it with her own style, which eased the pain but did not stop the grossness. When her toe nail fell off, she put it in a sandwich baggy to show everyone. We all had the same stomach churning reaction. Then she asked me to paint her toenails, including the skin where the toe nail used to be so it would all "look good." Yep, that was gross. To Abby, it was awesome.
I can't wait she will do with the headwounds. She did ask me to write a note to her teacher this morning explaining what happened. I asked her, why don't you just tell the teacher. Abby let me know it would be better if there was a note. The least I can do is give her (and her teacher a reason) to give her extra attention.
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