

Avery, meet the coffee table....coffee table, Avery's foot. "I'm sorry" says coffee table "what was your name?" and she then RE-introduces her foot to the coffee table the next day. OUCH!!! The swelling has gone down a little but it still looks pretty yucky. She has been diligent about having me refill the ice pack, less diligent about actually putting it on her foot. Diligent about asking for the grape flavoured Tylenol, less diligent about laying down with her foot up. Diligent about hopping on one foot to the bathroom, refridgerator, sink for a drink and anywhere else she
needs to go, less diligent about hopping when she
needs to chase after her brother....which is followed by a whimper, as she's reminded of an injured foot. Pooooor Avery. It's hard being five!