Emi busted her nose on the coffee table. Apparently she did it while the babysitter was here and Ron heard it and came down — knowing the cry was one of pain. But, at the time Emi seemed madder that they hadn’t gone outside than the pain in her nose.
I came home, noticed the nice bruise forming along the bridge of her nose and heard the story. Ouch. And yeah, it’s going to be a nice shiner. 🙁