The house was filled with crying.  Honestly, most of it was me.

Of course, as my children grew the crying was slowly replaced with whining and I became pretty good at deciphering when the cry was real and when the cry was not.

Now a days, my 12 year old whines....A LOT.

She doesn't often cry, and when she does she likely has a good reason..

Today the cry was real and I wasn't there.

Today strangers came to her aid after she dropped a drafting tablet on her foot.  The corner of the tablet landed directly on her great toe and she was wearing open toe sandals. 

To say her toe was a bloody mess seems anti-climatic.

I am very thankful to the three teachers that ran to her help her.  I thought it was exceptionally nice that one of them called her at home this evening to make sure she was well.

She is in a shoe similar to the one I wore this summer after I broke my foot in an inflatable bounce house  What can I say?

Like mother like daughter...