I got this in e-mail from Bill this morning…

While we are on the kids, let me tell you about your daughter.

I go upstairs and find a band-aid on Lenna’s floor. I pick it up and am curious, but figure it is best if I not know. About an hour later I am sitting on the couch and she comes down the stairs making about as much noise as she can moaning groaning and limping. She turns the corner off of the stairs and I look over. She has mummied her leg with toilet paper from the knee to the ankle. There is toilet paper trailing behind her and a cat hot on her trail. The cat attacks the toilet paper and unravels part of it, so of course Lenna is pissed at the cat. So I tell Lenna to hobble over to me so I can see what wound she has suffered. I notice that the “bandage” is VERY securely held on by a bright red shoe string. I take the shoestring off and ask her what happened. “I scratched a bug bite and a band-aid kept falling off.” “Well your foot is going to fall off if you keep that shoestring tied around your leg.” This is funny to her. So I take the shoestring off and the toilet paper to see what she has going on.
After some searching I find what amounts to not much more than a scar and tell her that she is going to be ok. I tell her to throw all of this mess away. (With her recent discovery of tying strings, I don’t think she needs an unused shoestring). She gets mad and says that she can’t throw the shoe string away because it is supposed to be used for “tie-ing shoooooooes” I look at her and ask if this is what she was using it for. “Umm Daddy, I was hurt” and she goes stomping up to her room.

I do love them. :nod: