Do you ever have a week where you're fairly certain your kid needs a helmet, and the only thing stopping you is that you're pretty sure she's already damaged her brain from all the knocks she's taken?
Shae's head is having one of those weeks.
She wore a dress over her face a few days ago and I laughed and laughed and laughed... until she ran into the corner of a cupboard forehead first. Worse - I didn't see it, thought she was tired and over reacting... so I put her to bed, where cranky kids belong.
She woke up with a sizeable goose egg. I'll look closer next time. My bad.
Since then, she's hit a flying swing, slipped in the tub, cracked her head off a playground counter, banged it into my head, and hit it off the DVD shelf somehow.
And I'm fairly certain there were more... but seriously, I stopped mentally noting them... it's as common as meals these days.
Maybe I should supervise my kid more... but I don't think that's it. I'm always right there when it happens - I think... she just really needs a helmet.
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