Well, no, not really. It did require seven stiches after all. But if you don’t look too closely, it does look just like a scratch.
And honestly, if you call it a scratch I won’t be offended. Honest. I’m just so happy that that’s all it looks like. It’s fantastic. (In full disclosure, this photo was taken at the end of March, about 2 weeks after Sarah had her run-in with the coffee table.)
It’s made me a true believer in my local Instacare, and that Heavenly Father is watching out for us and helping her heal so well. (And please ignore the dirty dinner face. Sometimes the only time I can get my 2-year-old to hold still is when she’s strapped into her high chair or her car seat. I had to take the opportunity while it presented itself.)
Love you, my little klutz.
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