The Lass’ Long Day

I’ve always considered the lass to be accident prone. Not that she’s a klutz. It has more to do with her constant struggle to keep up with her big brother. And the fact that it is physically impossible for her to remain still. To the point that I think there’s some sort of law involved where, if violated, the world might end. Or something. She’s constantly spilling drinks, bumping into things, falling down etc. She takes her lumps and soldiers on unperturbed.

Yesterday, though, was a day to remember even by her standards. There was the bloody nose, followed by falling off the play gym onto her face, and finally she nicked herself with scissors while helping the Wife in the garden. As I said, quite a day of achievement.

By the time the scissor event happened, she was done with outrage. She merely noted what happened to the Wife, who then took her inside to clean and bandage her finger. No fuss, no outrage. “I didn’t keep the point down” was the most she had to say. It was almost as if, after her previous run-ins of the day, it was to be expected and taken in stride.

So here’s to hoping for a reprieve for her. At least for today.