Zoie fell off of the top bunk yesterday during nap time. I heard a loud thud and a piercing scream-- the kind of scream that a kid can't fake. It was a scary few moments, trying to calm Zoie down to assess the damage. It wasn't hard to assess- her forehead was swollen to immense proportions. Once she calmed down and got some Motrin in her, she was back to her usual self and hasn't complained since.
None of this makes me a bad Mom. We have safety precautions on the top bunk. Zoie admits that she was hanging upside down talking to Tobin when she fell. There was nothing I could have done to prevent the accident.
What makes me a bad Mom is that I can't seem to look at her without noticing a striking resemblance:
Seriously, the pictures don't do this giant forehead lump justice. People were actually gasping as I walked her into preschool this morning. She is proud of her battle wounds and couldn't wait to show her friends.
3 comments:
Oh Kira, that looks TERRIBLE! Poor Zoie! The people in Utah are going to think you are sooooo evil.
Poor Zoie. You don't happen to have our "butt head" pictures do you?? You know, from that horrible Star Trek thing?
Ouch!
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