Well, my wild-one. You gave us quite the scare. While just a few feet away from us, you managed to topple over a tall corner shelf that was home to some beloved family ornaments. We heard the bang and the smashing and a second later, you sobbing. Daddy scooped you up out of the middle of the mess while I sat on the bench in the dining room and cried over the lost heirlooms. (I did make sure you were ok first, I promise.) Thankfully, Daddy was able to crazy-glue Nana's Hummels back together in a reasonable fashion, but Jennie's Blue Boy and Pink Lady ornaments were smashed to smithereens.
Later, you and Daddy went to Lowe's where he took this picture of the big goose egg on your head.
My poor baby. I'm so thankful you are ok. It could have been much worse, and while I'm sad about the lost treasures, I'm relieved that you weren't seriously hurt.
Now, could you please calm down just a little bit, Tornado Tilly?
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