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| No High Sticking Major Was Called |
I was watching a hockey game the other
day and through the wonder of HD reception the inevitable facial cuts and
bruises on the players were rampant – especially this time of year with the
season winding down. The very last thing I expected was to see the First Blog
Reader join that club. In an episode all young parents eventually confront, my
granddaughter decided to head butt her new table yesterday which opened up a
cut over her left eye which needed stitches.
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| In the Emergency Room |
She was hanging out with Wingman during
my daughter’s first day back in the NYC office. They were working on her latest
Lego project when Wingman left the room momentarily to refill her water bottle.
She was spreading her Legos out when apparently she slipped and the edge of the
table caught her eyebrow. Wingman was understandably distraught to have this
occur during his watch. He got the bleeding under control and somehow managed
to get her strapped into the car and into the emergency room.
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| Pirate Impersonation |
My granddaughter was reportedly
remarkably unfazed by the whole experience. She charmed the emergency room personnel
and even fell asleep while a plastic surgeon stitched up her brow. As I mentioned
above this was my daughter’s first day back in the office after several years
of telecommuting and her anguish was compounded when a train derailed at Penn Station
which delayed her rush back to New Jersey.
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| Back Home |
By the time we caught up with them our
granddaughter seemed oblivious to all the concern she generated and was
bouncing around as if nothing had happened. Wingman was still a little shaken
but this is what happens sometimes with small children. Despite the parental imperative to prevent
something like this sometimes fate has other plans. You can't encase them in a bubble wrap – although my
granddaughter would probably love that. My own daughter, her mother,
experienced something eerily similar when she wasn’t much older herself. She
and the Great Aunt were playing at my mother’s house when my daughter took a
header down the stairs that resulted in a seven stitches. As difficult as this episode
was it seems to establish the First Blog Reader is a pretty tough little cookie.
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| Laughing at Dinner Last Night |
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| Back at Offending Table and Legos this Morning |
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