There's blood on my shirt

[lathany]

Ryan likes playing with the lounge door. Bea likes helping. I had already moved her away several times but I was simply delaying the inevitable. Ryan shut her hand in the door.

There was a lot of screaming. And quite a lot of blood. I hugged her and put a plaster on her finger (she likes the plaster, it's biteable) and eventually she quietened down.

Comments

[cuthbertcross.livejournal.com]

Yay! Welcome to the world of Children Hitting Each Other Persistantly (CHEOP for short). The wonder of kiddies is that within 5 minutes, anything short of a broken bone usually dwindles into insignificance when consoled by mummy/some sweet syruppy medicine/a Bob the Builder plaster. Hope she's OK.

Comfort ideas

[ealuscerwen.livejournal.com]

You could recite her the rhyme about riding a pig in a bright yellow wig...

Poor Bea! And poor Dawn! Hugs to you both.

[floralaetifica.livejournal.com]

Aw! Poor Bea! And poor you! But take comfort - when I was about Bea's age my mother shut my foot in the door - I even lost my little toenail. But it grew back and I wasn't scarred by the experience in the slightest.

[quisalan.livejournal.com]

Poor Bea. I hope it all quietened down for you :(