As if it weren't bad enough that she's missing a tooth... or that she has a mean streak a mile wide (but a sweet side just as big, keep that in mind)... girlfriend fell OFF the stairs. Not down. Not slipped a few and caught herself. OFF the stairs. As in over the side and flattened like a pancake on our lovely indoor outdoor carpeting. The carpeting with no padding underneath to protect you from the basement's cold, hard, unforgiving CONCRETE floor. She cried off and on for about 30 minutes before she popped off my lap and said, "I'm not sad anymore." Chances are she went to go re-enact the scene with her Barbies, Brenda (that Hussy) laughing maniacally from the floor while Ballerina styled Disney Princesses plummeted to their death. She is the Honey Badger who we also lovingly refer to as fang (let us all remember her super sharp front tooth, the one I'm certain she files to a sharpened point while we sleep.)
Had she attempted to break her fall, she probably would have broken a limb. I'm certainly surprised that by 3 years old she HASN'T broken any bones. Remember the ankle incident? She fell a good 8 or so feet to the floor below all because she a.) refuses to hold onto the bannister and b.) wanted to avoid the cat who likes to sleep at the top of the stairs. Luckily she only hit her head. ((Insert awkward silence here.)) You know, the part of her body that encases her BRAIN. That yellow/purple shiner is AH-MAZING as is the green/yellow/purple goose egg on her forehead.