A fresh blanket of snow covered the lawn this morning, and I figured I’d take the opportunity to let the kids run amok in the fluffy white stuff. They frolicked and played, yes, the Eskimo way, and I got to do some of the fun maintenance things since becoming a homeowner. I got out my trusty shovel and began clear the driveway, when I noticed my darling little 3 year old sitting in the snow, with her boot off. She had been rolling around and sliding down the little hill not moments before, and considering it was still relatively cold, I tromped over to her to find her nursing a “ouch”.
Upon closer examination, her she had a small blister not even the size of one of my fingernails. So as the heroic mom, I picked her up and brought her inside. Smothering the “wound” with pain relieving, triple antibiotic ointment and affixing a Dora the Explorer band-aid, I thought that would be the end of it.
I was wrong.
The whole day she limped. I’m not kidding. She cried when her band-aid fell off and when I put her down for bed this evening, she whined that her foot hurt. She wouldn’t move her leg when she wanted to lie on her side, so she’d yell for me with glistening cheeks and I’d help her get situated once again.
She is quite the consummate actress.
There is but a blister on the heel of my 3 year old and she’s treating it as if she broke the thing. I’m hoping that she forgets about it tomorrow, but I fear as long as Dora nurses the ouchie on her foot, she will never be the same.
Here’s hoping for a quick heal of the broken heel.
