Our kitchen has an island. The end of that island has 3 shelves. Those shelves are very attractive to a toddler who likes to climb. Almost like a little ladder placed there for his pleasure. As we finished dinner clean up, he decided he was going to give climbing there a try. And he lost his footing. And down he went, smashing his chin on the way. Who knew that his tongue, with two front teeth marks would bleed so long? He cried a bit, but not too long. He’s acting like it never happened. Which is good, I guess. Not sure he’ll grasp the lesson to be learned here quite the way I’d like, though. They don’t put stitches in the tongue, so no trip to the ER or anything. Sure hope I can get the blood out of that little outfit!
So, all is well now. What’s a few more grey hairs, right?