One hour. Enough time to check in, knit two 64 stitch rounds on the second sock of the first pair I have ever made, and get one three quarter of an inch head laceration examined, washed, and dressed.
It was the little one. This was the third fall for her hospital chart. The nurse looked at me and said, "Boy, she's accident prone." I laughed. It wasn't until now that I realized she might have been suggesting otherwise... Not that there is an otherwise. She is my very active, verbal, and humorous one.
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Oh, man. Do you ever get a break? Glad she's okay!
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