Last summer my eldest niece came home from playing one day holding one of her hands. It was so swollen that it didn’t really look like her hand anymore.
“What happened?!”
“I don’t know. I was playing on the tramp with Chris and then it just started hurting.”
“How long ago did that happen?”
“…just after lunch.”
It was dinner time.
This from the child that screams like you’re killing her when getting a splinter out or getting a vaccination. She had a fracture in her thumb and spent the rest of the summer in a lovely, pink cast until she was able to downgrade to the cotton wraps and stretchy wrap.
Picture: from martha0stout’s camera, motivational put together at http://diy.despair.com/
At least she didn’t have to do dishes for several weeks.
Breathing In 