more ashley.

so ashley’s hand is “better”.  it is a great camouflage of bruise, not so puffy, and not broken.  (yay!!)  she can make a beautiful fist, wiggle each finger independently, and use it like she did before (but hopefully not as the meat in a bowling ball sandwich again).

i am very guarded with her still, worry a little more than i normally would when it gets bumped or knocked (or even hit, because peyton figured out that that is ashley’s weak spot now).

so last night, ashley fell off the kitchen chair in some sort of balance, gymnast maneuver, and started to cry. 

the freak-out mother took over, asking quite frantically what happened, repeatedly, think “machine-gun” speed.

ashley just looked up at me, crocodile tears brimming in her eyes, and a little sob escaped her.

“mmmmm-mom..  (sob)  iii-i-i huuu-(sooooob)urrtttt mmmmm-yyyyyyy (sob)(sniff) i hurt my…  A-S-S.”

yup.

she spelled it.

leave it to my middle child.

i am so thankful she didn’t say it.  peyton was right there!