I was in the basement doing some much needed reorganizing when I heard a thunk. Little E cried, the cry quickly turned to into a whimper and then quieted. I considered going up to investigate, but Jimmy-John was upstairs with the kids and Little E wasn’t crying anymore, there was no need for me to interject myself in the situation.
“Mom?”
“Yes Goose.”
“Um, I was hugging Little E and I let go and he bonked his head on the corner of the bench and he cried and cried. But I helped him and he’s ok now.”
“Is Daddy upstairs”
“Yes”
“Did he help Little E?”
“No, I did.”
“Where is Daddy?”
“In here.” (she pointed at the bathroom door, the shower was running)
“Where’s Little E?”
“Upstairs in our room.”
I followed her up and found Little E cuddled up in his bed, sucking his thumb and surrounded with all of the most coveted toys.
“See, I helped him stop crying.”
Little E was reluctant to show me the wound, but when I finally got to it, this is what I found:
By the way, the picture doesn't do the bump justice. Over a week later, he still has a sizable lump on his forehead.
ReplyDeleteoh, I want to give him a hug!
ReplyDeleteGoose is so cute!
ReplyDeleteWhat a good big sis!
ReplyDeleteHow sweet! Not the bump, but Goose being such an awesome sister :)
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