Jem didn't eat much yesterday. She picked at her lunch and did the same at dinner. Annoyed when she started banging her fork on the table (surely practicing her distressing skills for a later career in design), I cleaned her up and let her play. She decided to play at the little picnic table sitting right next to the kitchen table, three feet away from me.
Next thing you know I see her out of the corner of my eye, falling face first from the bench to the floor. She hit hard and cried out. When she rolled over, there was blood coming from a nice little, 1/2-inch gash on her right eyebrow.
Blood! Ack! She didn't care for me touching it at all, so putting pressure on it and then ice wasn't very pleasant.
This happened right around 5:00; my neighbor was expected at 6 to sit with the girls. She had just walked in the door when I called, but she was able to come over to hang out with Bug while I took Jem to the emergency room.
Luckily the ER was empty, so our stay there was short. They cleaned up Jem's head, detemined that it didn't need stitches, and glued her up.
The doctor said she will have a scar. It's on her eyebrow at least.