2 inattentive parents + 1 Budget truck catwalk = one angry toddler bleeding from multiple regions
Is there no end to a mother's guilt?
Our good friends and former neighbors the Berkbigler's moved away the other day and we went over to say goodbye. Franny saw the catwalk (or ramp leading up to the moving truck- about 4 feet off the ground) and was walking up and down it, so naturally Sophie had to as well. Franny ran off with Maggie and Nora, and Sophie stayed behind on the catwalk. Bobby and I were closeby and talking to our friends, when the look on Melinda's face and the gasp that escaped Jodie's lips told me something bad had happened to my little Sophie. And panic ensued. Actually not really. I'm just being dramatic.
There was quite a bit of blood. It scared me and of course I felt horrible. And not just because I didn't get to make my "I'm too sexy" joke: "On the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah, I do my little turn on the catwalk."
We took her home, gave her a bath and Bobby gave her a blessing. Within about a half an hour, she was back to her old self and dancing around the living room. We watched her closely for a while, just to make sure her behavior was normal.
But I have been watching her since then and I have to admit that her behavior has changed a bit. She's nicer. What you don't know is, recently my sweet little Sophie has turned into quite the hooligan! The day before the catwalk incident, I wouldn't let her chew on a pound of raw ground beef while we were shopping at Walmart. (I know, right? such a mean mother.) Her response? She grabbed a package of fresh strawberries, chucked them on the ground and they scattered all over the floor in the meat section. The reason I posed the question about a mother's guilt is that I am wondering if Sophie nearly getting concussed knocked a couple crazy screws loose from her head. It's been kind of nice. Hence, the guilt.