The day that your oldest daughter invited her first friend over for a play date turned out to be pretty memorable.
The new little friend and her mother had only been at your house less than five minutes when the warm weather drew everyone outside. With the two three-year old girls running hand in hand across the park that backs to your house, the squeals were pure magic. Two new friends. Sunshine. Freedom. Open space.
Unfortunately, before you and the other mother could reach the park the squeals turned to cries, and then on to sobbing tears. On the first trip down the slide, the play day guest did not duck enough at the top and hit her mouth on the overhead bar. With a fat and bleeding lip, eyes and nose running, and hysterical screams, the young guest came running back to her mom be