Janae is always very proud of any "owies" she incurs. If she gets a bump or a bruise, she insists on calling Daddy (and sometimes Grandma, too) to tell all about it. She still talks about the time she fell down at Othello tunnels (in May) and reenacts her fall down the rocky hill at Cascade Falls (at the beginning of July). She loves to show off her scrapes and scabs or to ask me again to tell her the name of the park where I was stung by a bee in the summer.
Well, yesterday Janae really got a good one.
She was running on the grassy hill outside Benjamin’s kindergarten class when she tripped and fell into the cement stairs. There was lots of blood, lots of screaming . . . I actually passed Alaina off to a mom I hadn’t even spoken to before so I could take my little missy into the school and get her cleaned up.
I was worried about how Janae would react when she saw her swollen lip in the mirror (with all the princess talk and obsession with pretty things) . . . she didn't even look like herself anymore.
But I should have known. She was fascinated with her new owie, and, of course, very proud of it.
1 comments:
All I can say is "poor Janae", I hope it heals up really fast, even though she is proud of her owies.
Post a Comment