I warned her.
I told her it was a bad idea.
But she was determined to run down the sidewalk in her too-big, ill-fitting flip-flops.
We now have our first set of scraped knees.
(Attempts to properly document this big milestone were overshadowed by the maternal need to hug and kiss this sad little face).
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when my kids scrape their knees i say "Hooray! It must be summer! Look at those awesome scrapes!!!" they look at me like i'm crazy (which i pretty much am) and then i kiss and love them and give them as many bandaids as they need to feel all better.
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