Last night she was standing on the sofa, and just as Jake and I told her to sit down, she launched herself at me. Full-on Superman style. I got my hands up just in time to tag her in the throat and take her head to my chest. Makes for a lovely thumping sound. But it also makes for blood, and plenty of it. It took a few seconds to find the source, but we finally realized where it was coming from; her tongue. She put two perfect tooth shape and sized holes on either side of her tongue. Once the bleeding stopped the swelling and discoloration began. Last night the marks were a lovely purple color and this morning they've switched to red.
I'm sure it's painful, but you'd never guess by watching her play.
Full on.
Superman style.
War wounds
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