Yesterday, when I walked out to the car, Joel was making weird sign language hand signals to me. I was very confused, but I understood that I should talk to him before I opened the door to see Sophia. He wanted to warn me that she had had a pretty bad injury at preschool--not bad enough to warrant a hospital visit or anything--but she didn't look so hot.
Apparently she had fallen out of the swing and landed right on her face. She is scraped up pretty badly, and yesterday she had a swollen lip, but she's mostly fine. She was pretty pathetic for most of the day yesterday, and when the older girls came home from school they doted all over her. Too bad that it takes a disfigurement to encourage good sisterly relations, I say!
Today it all looks much better and she isn't bothered by it much. But there goes the Easter dress photoshoot I had planned for this Saturday. I'm not really feeling like photoshopping all the scrapes away, so we'll just have to wait.
Better luck next time.