My owie

On Father's Day I went on a bike ride with Daddy. We borrowed our friend's bike. It is a big bike with two extra seats in the back. It was really fun.



And then, somehow, I don't really know how. I got my foot stuck in the wheel. It was a few seconds before I realized that it really hurt. Really bad. I started screaming and crying. Daddy quickly got my foot untangled and then biked back. But on the way I saw lots of my friends out. I was able to say Hi to everyone and tell them that I got hurt. "Waaahhhh!!!! Hi, Grace! waahhhhhh!!! I hurt my foot! Waaahhh!! Hi Serafina! Waaaahhh!!!"

Yesterday I stayed home from Summer Camp because I couldn't walk well or wear shoes. I'm much better today and am able to go back to summer camp. I still have bruises and scrapes though. And it still hurts. But I'm better.

Scrape

My job is to play. I play hard. I always have boo-boos on me. I use a lot of bandages. My favorite kinds these days are the soft, fabric ones. There are no fun pictures like Spongebob on them though. They are pretty comfy, if you can call a boo-boo comfy.

Last night at bedtime, I looked at one of my scrapes.

"Daddy! I have new skin growing! It's shiny and clean." Big smile. I have no idea how skin grows, but my boo-boos must eat a lot of veggies.