
Well, it finally happened. I got my first pump-knot on my head. I was running as fast as I could to see my Nana, and barrelled head-first into the door frame (that's been in the same spot for 30 years!). Mommy and Daddy heard the sound of my head hitting the wood, and came running. I tried to be brave and let them hold a cold washcloth on my head, but it was so hard. I think I might have learned why Mommy says not to run in the house. Aren't I pitiful?