Andrea’s Weblog

Last weekend I got a boo-boo. A big boo-boo. An inch and a half long
piece of glass went through my toe diagonally and into a second toe.
The glass had apparently come off the lip of a new pyrex bowl. I
collapsed on the floor while Frank (who was luckily right there)
fished out the glass. I wasn’t freaking out, but Elizabeth could
clearly see something was wrong. She started freaking out and
couldn’t decide if she wanted to come near me or run and hide. I
tried explaining to her that mommy has a boo-boo and would she like
to kiss it. I know, why would anyone want to kiss someone’s foot -
let alone a bloody foot? I was attempting to let her know that I was
ok, but she just shook her head “no.” She calmed down once she saw me
get back up on my feet, but she still won’t kiss my boo-boo.