Today C called to tell me that Pic had hurt herself. I came home to a kid with a fat lip*, four stitches, and a broken-and-then-bonded tooth.
Pic had tucked herself into her jacket and leaned forward in her chair, lost her balance, and fell on her face. Fortunately, she was with Nana and Papa at an appointment in the hospital complex. Fortunately Nana and Papa were able to get her to the emergency room and then to the dentist.
Fortunately I have a job (thank you) and insurance (thank you).
So it's been a weird, long day. I've put aside work for the rest of the evening, and I'm about to crawl into bed and read.
*As I was reading to her tonight, she groaned to me, "I have a fat lip," and proceeded to accidentally knock me in my mouth with her arm. Apparently she didn't want to be alone in her fat-lipness.