Feisty, resourceful Mary Elizabeth has learned how to MacGyver her way out of her boot. It was off again this morning and after I put it back on I noticed she was limping again and she kept crying for me to pick her up. She’d been cruising along with no problem for the past week, so I was worried she’d hurt it again somehow. I told my husband to watch her and see what he thought.
I was in the other room retrieving hair clips, so I could put Rae’s hair in a ponytail (it’s such a production getting three little girls ready in the morning) when my husband called out, “Kate? Come look at this.”
I waltzed in. “Yes?”
My husband pointed to Mary’s boot. “It’s on the wrong leg.”
Sheesh. I’d actually put the boot on her strong leg so that she was having to limp around with all her weight on the left leg with the fractured tibia. We switched the boot, and all was well in her world once again no thanks to me.