Dear Grace,
It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt.
That's what my mom used to tell me.
Now I tell you as your mom.
But, when my mom told me...I don't think that she was the one who caused the hurt.
There we were, just playing as I pushed you around in your little walker. You laughed and smiled, and when I stopped, I gave it a little boost to dump you out onto the carpet.
Well, instead of bumping out forward, like I saw it in my head, you jumped out sideways.
And the corner of the ottoman just happened to be right where you fell.
It WAS fun and games, though, until you got that little bruise right above your right eyebrow.
That counts for something, right?
Sorry, baby girl.
I'll feed you some chocolate when you wake up from your nap to make it all better.
Love,
Mama
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