"Oh no mommy!!!" After last night's escapade of urgent care, stitches, and lollipops the words sent fear through my mommy heart.
"Gracie, where are you?" I yell from the kitchen dropping my dust pan and broom.
I go running and we meet each other in the living room. No blood. No screaming. Good sign.
I scoop her up and she embraces me in only a way my youngest can.
"Mommy, why does my chin have hair now?" she asks quizzically.
I laugh out loud and hug her tight. I reassure her it is not permanent and the "hair" aka stitches will be removed in a few days.
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