Time Heals All Wounds...

Now that she is all healed up, I can laugh (and write) about it. But I was too shaken to take pictures...

Sunday was an interesting day – at least the afternoon while hubby was at the church. I walked into the living room to see J beating the “you know what” out of R. I couldn’t seem to break it up fast enough and soon, R was on the floor in tears and J was sentenced to the rest of the afternoon in his room (which is right next to R & T room)

I sat down to work on my family history, thankful for the reprieve. Thankful T and B were playing so nicely in T’s room. That reprieve lasted about 13.7 seconds when it was broken by a blood curdling scream from B. It was the kind of scream you know you have to go check out – more than a “someone-took-my-doll-and-pounded-her-head-with-a-hammer” scream. This was followed by J yelling for T to stop and T screaming back in tears something I couldn’t understand.

So, apparently T and B had been playing in a box. Harmless enough, right? Well, T decided to close B in the box and do a “magic trick” of making the box disappear by stabbing into it with a pair of large scissors. By the time I got to B she had 3 head wounds. Two on her forehead at the hair line and one in the back of her head. They were relatively small and only the one in the back did a fair amount of bleeding. Thankfully, the injuries were minor -- even though my reaction was not.