And sometimes you go "Splat!"
This is what I walked into when I dropped Big Who off at school yesterday after learning that four of her no-enamel teeth needed fixing (thank you, Third World crappy nutrition).
Baby Who had just become one with the pavement. Apparently, she was pushing a bike at full speed (she really doesn't have any other speed) and tripped. Bike kept going -- and apparently she did too, earning a lovely case of road rash right down the middle of her face.
My immediate reaction was "What HAPPENED?!!!" Followed quickly by, "NOT THE FACE!"
The pediatrician assures us she'll heal, though we're going to have to work hard to prevent scarring. Daddy's already looking for plastic surgeons and a plastic bubble to keep her in. Baby Who? She's barely missed a beat after the initial reaction.
Ah, drama. Enough, already!
1 comment:
So funny that you mention teeth. We took our daughter to the dentist today and were told that she has eight all of her molars have cavities. That means eight, yes I said 8. We were not happy. I know it has nothing to do with us, but I feel for her. She's the one that has to have them fixed.
Candy - Mom to Rachel Qinghuang
October 2005 DTC
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