When I went to pick Ally up from day care Friday, she was not in her room. I assumed she was on the playground, and grabbed her stuff and went looking for her. I heard her voice in another room on the way outside. She was washing her hands in one of the sinks and looked like she had just finished crying. She was asking the teacher to carry her back outside. I said hi, and asked what was wrong. She told me about her boo-boo. She scraped her knee and had a bandaid on. Her teacher had made her a special bandaid that helped her walk. She decorated it with a smiley face and hearts. I guess Ally was bleeding a little, and refused to walk. Didn't think she could. The bandaid helped though. Cause we all know bandaids are magical. I gave her the requisite attention and sympathy and got ready to walk down to the other room to pick Anya up. Ally walked with me, but "couldn't" walk without holding my hand. She also walked stiff-legged like she couldn't bend her knee. It was so pathetic. I guess it shook her up to be bleeding. I can't remember her seeing blood before. This might be her first time. It took about 2 days for her to allow me to take the bandaid off, and every once in a while she'd remember her boo-boo and start limping again. She's such a character.
Posted by ktjrdn
at 13:31 CDT