Last night after dinner Puddin' and dad were playing in the driveway while Granny was watching. Puddin' got a little too fast on her feet and fell and found out the universal principle that if your lip and concrete meet your lip is going to lose. Dad rushed to pick up Puddin' and comforted her and then she touched the lip and the blood came gushing. By the time we got to the kitchen to wash it off. She had blood covering her face. Dad had to reassure mom (who was about to faint) that it was not as bad as it looked. Puddin' is a trooper, within five minutes she was cleaned up, finished crying, and outside playing again. Later that night she wore her band-aid proudly, for about five minutes.
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