A Trip to the ER

If you know Molly, you know what a daredevil she is. And what a two year old she is. She has to do everything herself and tries to act like a four year old to keep up with her sister. Yesterday, at lunch Molly decided that she was done with highchairs. She has been done with one at home for a lone time and just sits in a booster. The problem comes when the resturant doesn't have boosters. She is not big enough to reach the table sitting down in a chair. So, yesterday, at the food court in the mall, we let her sit on her knees. It seemed to work well enough. Last night, on our way to look at a couple of houses, we stopped to eat at McDonalds. They didn't have boosters just highchairs. So, I figured it worked well at lunch so I sat Molly in the chair beside me. All was well. Well until she decided that she wanted to sit in the booth part next to Ava. To make a long story short, she fell off the booth and hit her head-hard on the floor. Mike and I were both running in slow motion to get to her. The cry was immediately different from any I have ever heard before. So, we spent the evening in the ER and ended with 5 stitches. She will forever be scarred by this experience because know she hates doctors and nurses. It was funny how she was fine until the doctor or nurse walked into the room and then she screamed at the top of her lungs. I probably jinxed Molly. I swore this summer that we would have a least one broken bone. And I was just mentioning this to Mike the other day. She is better now and as you can see was all smiles once we had ice cream and she was home!