We knew it was bound to happen, and it did this weekend. Zoe was walking, triped over a crack in the sidewalk, went down, and skinned up her knee. She screamed and screamed like she was getting the flu shot again. We quickly swooped her up and cuddled her as BubBub gave her lots of love too. I washed it off as Zak went to find a band-aid. He came back with the biggest bandage I’ve seen in quite a while and I’m pretty sure, I have never used a band-aid as large as the one she got. It made Zoe and I laugh because the size of the ouchie is about the size of a nickel. She was very proud of her gigantic band-aid and walked around the rest of the afternoon with a finger pointed to it constantly, practically asking us if we’ve seen her knee yet.
(This kind of reminds me of the time I was on a vacation with Michael and my parents. Michaels fell and hurt his wrist and for the rest of the vacation he made sure the ace bandage wrapped wrist was in every single picture.)
Anyway, here’s a picture of her knee.