When I was in Prague a couple of weeks ago, I received an email from my son that said the following:
I received this on Thursday. I was 1/2 a world away, as the REM song goes.
Ends up it was a pretty minor mishap involving too much dancing and "twirling" during FHE and a resultant head-smacking against the coffee table.
Apparently, there was some blood and some crying; but a little TLC and a head bandage from Melanie that would have made a WWI field medic proud, and Kate was all smiles in no time.
I never did hear how the FHE went after the incident, but I imagine Kate was begging for dessert and fighting with Collin over who would get the yellow ice cream bowl in short order.
She seemed fine when I got home 4 days later. Crazy as ever.
