After spending several hours wandering aimlessly at a favorite one-stop shop (should I keep it nameless?), we finally headed toward the exit. Mom was a little frazzled, the baby had a poopy diaper, and Leah was wired to say the least. It was 5:00: time to go home, have dinner, and finally unwind. The checker sensed my exhaustion and gave me kudos for sticking it out, reminding me that his best memories are with little kids in tow. I sighed and responded "by the time we get home, everyone will be crying" (and I fully meant for that to include me).
Oh, what a prophesy. Leah had been happily pushing the cart along with me, being a super trooper after a too-long afternoon, when merely moments later she biffed it and split her chin open on a metal rail of the shopping cart. You'd think that such an amount of blood with such a calibre of crying would warrant a "code red," but to the contrary, such is a "code green." I looked at the same kind checker (because we didn't get very far) and said "What did I tell ya?"
A code green warranted no less than six store personnel (maybe there were more), who converged upon us practically instantaneously and provided alcohol swabs, an ice pack, paper towels, an icee treat for Leah, and lets not forget to mention the incident report form. Why didn't anybody think to bring a bandaid?
Michal came to my rescue and provided moral support and baby-assistance while we went to Instacare. After a $35 copay, five stitches, and a sucker, we were home at 7:00. Leah was a trooper, but there was a significant amount of tears. Oh, and as she walked in the front door to our house, she fell on her face and gave herself a fat, bloody lip. Figures.
Just for the record, the adrenaline of an over-extended, accident-prone afternoon combined with an Icee, a sucker, and cookies in a two hour period before dinner makes a two year old completely unreasonable and literally bounce off the walls. Subsequently, the parents begin to go BONKERS!
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