This morning my little toughie Ari biffed it, smacked her face on the floor and let out a howl. It was one of those noises that Mom & Dad interpret as PAIN. We ran to pick her up from the floor. Blood was gushing out of her mouth, into her open hands and down the front of her dress. She had split her lip in about five different places.
Later on, after the mouth had been rinsed, appropriate pressure applied and love shown she said pointing to her swollen lip: "My bliss hurts."
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