Charlotte learned she can’t fly
Charlie was laying in her bed sleeping Sunday night and rolled off the bed into the floor. Taylor does this all the time, and without serious injury. However…Charlotte being the overachiever that she is, decided to go all the way with her endeavors. She hit the hardwood floor chin first. She opened up a gash on her chin that was big enough to put a thimble in. *ICK!*
It was awful! We knew that our only option for treatment was stitches, and I was not in the mood to get out the sewing kit, so I took her to the emergency room. Three hours and five stitches later, all is right with the world again. (Unless you count the fact that we are all dead tired from having been up all night!)
I say this from the perspective of the person that merely took her to the ER. She was the person who had to have the stitches in her chin, and she was the person who was awakened from a dead sleep by her chin being slammed onto the cold, hard floor. Being the great child that she is, she has not complained since she received her new stitches…but they really gross me out. LOL!