On Friday, the weather was finally nice enough for us not to drive to school. As usual, FABJ walks and I walk my bike with her scooter and backpack on the back. After school, FABJ rode her scooter as I went alongside on my bike. We picked up ORBJ en route. We crossed the street a few houses up from home. FABJ wasn't paying attention and bumped into the lightpost and fell down. She popped up immediately and said "I'm ok daddy!" Fortunately, she was going about 1 mile per hour, if not slower. So we talked about paying attention, and she assured me that she would be careful.
So she scoots off ahead of us. She rounds the corner to head up the sidewalk ahead of ORBJ and me. The next thing I hear is FABJ wailing. I mean bawling - the type when you know that she is really hurt. She rounded the corner too fast on the scooter, fell off, and split her lip on the ground.
I try go get ORBJ off the back of the bike to get everybody inside, at which point FABJ says: "Dada, there's blood everywhere!" It was an exaggeration, but not that much. So, I did what any smart father does - see when her mama will get home from work. And apply an icepack and let her watch "Milly and Molly."
It swelled up quite a bit overnight, so LBJ took her to the doctor on Saturday morning. There were no stiches required. She still looked pretty bad on Sunday and Monday, but she was in good spirits. And she looks a lot better this morning.
In an odd coincidence, FABJ told me earlier last week that her scooter was at school. And, sure enough, her old scooter was on the other side of the school fence. It disappeared back in November, so we bought a new one. Oh well, so we have three scooters now - 2 for FABJ and one for ORBJ.
On the bright side, FABJ seemed willing to scoot today (although she didn't), so hopefully she won't be afraid to use it.
So she scoots off ahead of us. She rounds the corner to head up the sidewalk ahead of ORBJ and me. The next thing I hear is FABJ wailing. I mean bawling - the type when you know that she is really hurt. She rounded the corner too fast on the scooter, fell off, and split her lip on the ground.
I try go get ORBJ off the back of the bike to get everybody inside, at which point FABJ says: "Dada, there's blood everywhere!" It was an exaggeration, but not that much. So, I did what any smart father does - see when her mama will get home from work. And apply an icepack and let her watch "Milly and Molly."
It swelled up quite a bit overnight, so LBJ took her to the doctor on Saturday morning. There were no stiches required. She still looked pretty bad on Sunday and Monday, but she was in good spirits. And she looks a lot better this morning.
In an odd coincidence, FABJ told me earlier last week that her scooter was at school. And, sure enough, her old scooter was on the other side of the school fence. It disappeared back in November, so we bought a new one. Oh well, so we have three scooters now - 2 for FABJ and one for ORBJ.
On the bright side, FABJ seemed willing to scoot today (although she didn't), so hopefully she won't be afraid to use it.
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