This afternoon at 2:30 I came home to find the following note on the door:
The fact that the arrow was pointing away from Neighbors' apartment only threw me off for a moment. So I picked LD up from Mr. Neighbor, came back home, put him down for a nap, and enjoyed my afternoon. At 5:30 S-Boogie came home with this:
There are seven stitches under that Band-Aid. According to the preschool teacher, the conversation after S-Boogie's fall went something like this:
S-Boogie: AAAHH!!! THE PAIN!!! IT HURTS!!! MY CHIN!!! HORRIBLE MURDER MOST FOUL!!! MY CHIN, IT HURTS!!! MAKE THE PAIN STOP!!! AAAHHH!!!
Teacher: Come with me, S-Boogie, let's get that cleaned off.
S-Boogie: WHY DOES THE PAIN NOT STOP?!!! HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE PAIN!!! THE SKY IS FALLING!!! ALL IS LOST!!! DEATH, I HEAR YOU CALL MY NAME!!!
Teacher: We should put a Band-Aid on that.
S-Boogie: OH, THE PAI-- Band-Aid? Can I have a Dora Band-Aid? I like Dora Band-Aids.
According to FoxyJ, the three hours at the hospital went something like this:
Doctor: Ooh, that looks deep. We're going to need stitches.
S-Boogie: Is that Batman over there I watch Batman with my daddy and did you see my clothes I'm wearing Halloween clothes I'm going to be Supergirl for Halloween hey everyone look at me I'm the cutest little girl ever and I'm oh so happy to be here where I get Play-Doh and colored pencils and stickers and cool Band-Aids and look at me look at me tell me how cute I am yes I know I'm beautiful tra la la.
Doctors and Nurses and Random Passersby: Ahh, aren't you so precious? Say something else, cute little girl, so we can tell you how amazingly cute you are again.
I figured she'd do something that required stitches sooner or later. I am mainly grateful that I was not there when it happened. The chin-splitting fall or the stitches.