Amiya was at a friend's today playing a game of Red Light/Green Light. She's old hat at this one and we use it all the time to get her to stop at driveways, corners, etc. She took it a little too literally though and came to a direct stop on her face. This picture is actually not representative of the split - the lip has a pretty deep crack in it - but Vinay promises me it's not stitch worthy. (I think he and my Dad went to the same seminar on whether wounds are hospital worthy or not.) Upon further review, though, I think he's right. It had stopped bleeding once and then she scraped it with her teeth so it let off another torrent. Eventually it slowed and stopped and Amiya quickly learned that a split lip equals copious amounts of Italian ices courtesy of Daddy, lots of extra stories and cuddles and even *gasp* the supreme privilege of being able to take a nap on the couch.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
The Perils of Red Light/Green Light
Amiya was at a friend's today playing a game of Red Light/Green Light. She's old hat at this one and we use it all the time to get her to stop at driveways, corners, etc. She took it a little too literally though and came to a direct stop on her face. This picture is actually not representative of the split - the lip has a pretty deep crack in it - but Vinay promises me it's not stitch worthy. (I think he and my Dad went to the same seminar on whether wounds are hospital worthy or not.) Upon further review, though, I think he's right. It had stopped bleeding once and then she scraped it with her teeth so it let off another torrent. Eventually it slowed and stopped and Amiya quickly learned that a split lip equals copious amounts of Italian ices courtesy of Daddy, lots of extra stories and cuddles and even *gasp* the supreme privilege of being able to take a nap on the couch.
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