Battered and bruised

Got a call from the nursery today saying the we'd one ran into the chute. She bumped her head quite badly, but after ten minutes with an ice pack, after crying for me, was happy to play again. My heart leapt into my mouth when they called. She used to often suffer from convulsions, so a call saying to head to the hospital was terrifying, but not unusual. So when they called, I thought the worst. But she hasn't had one for a long time, thank God, and touch wood, but it was the first thing I thought of. She's a wee soldier, and was eager for me to make the tea when I got home because daddy is "rubbish!" although he was determined to prove his baked potatoes were as good as mine. Unfortunately, it was.

Quick game of snakes and ladders and bed, whilst touching her lumpy head every ten minutes, to make sure it was still lumpy.

Bless.

Hope you had a lovely day. :-)