Ouch

or 'ow-a' as Germans kids seem to say.
Yesterday there was a thud and a scream from upstairs, the scream didn't continue and so neither Si nor I rushed to investigate (this makes us sound like uncaring parents but having lived through three broken arms since moving to Germany we kind of know the difference between a scream that means requires a speedy trip along the A52 to the Elisabethankrankenhaus and then hours if not days spent therein, and a scream that requires a cuddle and an ice pack) Jas eventually hopped into view, she'd managed to drop the glass paperweight on her little toe, but as it still moved we merely iced it.
Today the toe is turning a pretty shade of purple and Jas seems to be hoping the nail will drop off - so she doesn't have to clip it or clean under it probably!