The Toppler Phase

When J was starting to walk I called the doctor and asked if it was possible to receive an acquired brain injury from falling and walking into walls repeatedly.

As I watch C collect bruises all over her body (mostly on her head) I wonder if I should call the doctor. Then I hear the laughter in my memory in response to the first time I asked that question and decide against picking up the phone.

She looks like a UFC fighter. At the moment she is sprouting a bruised cheek, matching goose eggs on either side of her forehead, 2 scraped knees, one scraped elbow, a bruise on her hip and new one on her back that I just noticed this afternoon.

At least the black eye has faded.