So Kaitlin fell down on Tuesday and got an "owie" on her knee. She was sad for a bit, managed to get to the dinner table, and 20 minutes later was still fussing about it. So we decided we had better take a look. BAD idea, Moms and Dads. She saw it bleeding a little bit and it was all over. She cried about it off and on until bed time, wouldn't walk on her leg, and screamed when we put a bandaid on it.
Did I mention the owie was the size and rough severity of a paper cut?!?
The next morning, she wouldn't walk on it, so we didn't get her out of bed (to force her to walk on it). She has been limping ever since and is FINALLY better today. Friday. But we still have to take "little baths" as she calls them (i.e., don't get the bandaid wet).
So I wonder...can this possibly be my daughter?? If you know me, you know a small cut does not phase me and never really has. I guess in part I was toughened by an older sibling, a brother at that (thanks Jeff!) but seriously? For a teeny cut, all that drama??
That and she doesn't like banana pudding.
