Swings!

On our way to the park , Lucy was running as usual, tripped, and landed smack on her face. With blood flowing out, all she could think about were the swings that we promised.

Adam and I can't agree on her word for swing. I think she says "wing". Adam thinks she says "whee" since that is what I say when I push her. Regardless, there is no debating her intent when she points and whines "wing wing"...

She finally made it to the swings with just a little bloody nose left (and a binky for her trauma)...All better!