Chinny, Chin, Chin

Poor Bryn fell off her scooter tonight.  She landed smack on her chin.  We weren't home.  She was with her friends.  Their parents weren't home, either. (Parent/child communication breakdown is a post for another time.) Fortunately, a kind stranger driving by saw what happened, called me, and helped them to a neighbor's house.  Then that lovely mom got Bryn all calmed down and all the blood cleaned up.  That's when we finally showed up.  Our other neighbor who does wilderness camps and has much first aid experience cleaned it out properly and taped her up while telling us it was a definitely stitch worthy cut.  Andrew took her to instacare where she finally quit freaking out.  You'd think the stitches would be the scary part, but it was all about anticipation for her.  And now she's home again, home again, jiggety jig.