First Stitches

While I was at a real wedding, the children were at home with Daddy playing "wedding" when the Little Bit slipped on her white afghan veil while dancing and busted her chin on the tile floor.  I got home in time to rush the whole fam to the after-hours clinic.  She handled the whole thing like such a grown-up.  The next day while eating breakfast before church, Daddy said we needed to think up a good story to tell people about what happened.  (He said it needed to be more exciting than, "I was playing wedding." ...not that we encourage lying!)  They came up with lots of hilarious ones, but the best one was when LB said, "We could tell people I fell out of an airplane."