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Last night I had to spend several minutes looking for a dime-sized scab that came off Elizabeth’s knee. She came to me whimpering “boo-boo, knee,” and sure enough she’d rubbed the scab off for the second time. Luckily, this time there wasn’t any blood.
Elizabeth’s knees are covered with road rash. She takes off running so fast sometimes that her feet get caught up, and down she goes. It also might have something to do with her oh-so-cute new sandals, which I’m sure are the first of many pairs of shoes that are more pretty than practical.

After questioning her for a bit and trying to determine where she got her boo-boo (she pointed to her knee), she led me to the laundry basket. The scab was sitting in the bottom of the basket.

I figured that it was worth looking for it before I had to witness the dog eating it or step on it myself. I’ll add this to my hidden joys of motherhood list.