C4 has 3 very nice bruises on her. The first on her thigh, the size of a pack of cards, where she ran into a picnic table bench at high speed. The second is the size of a dime, on the front of her cheek where her face ran into the corner of table because she was attempting to move while Q3 was attempting to hold her ankle. The third, which you can't really see, you can't see at all because of the band-aid, actually, is on her ear. Not sure actually how it happened, although she did tell me she'd been going crazy loco, but her ear hit the sharp corner of a small chair, spilt open, bled, and swelled up to the size of a child's thumb. She's old enough to hold ice on her wounds, now, so the swelling is down!



Q3, not quite as clutzy as C4, has her own problems. After they'd both been put to bed we heard some whining and moaning and "I need some help, here. I need some help!"

C40 went in ... and found that couldn't pull the zipper of her sleep suit up. Because she'd stuffed Zebra in there, bent her leg, and just couldn't zip it up. Once C40 zipped her up she fell asleep no problem.