This afternoon, Seven was playing catch with a ball, failed to look where she was going, and ran her forehead smack into the corner of the windowsill. Crying ensued for a few minutes, but it was no big deal. There was an immediate bruise, but no skin broken and no cracked skulls, so on our day went.
As I was giving Sev a bath tonight, I got a good look at the bruise right in the center of her forehead, just above the gap in her eyebrows. I examined it and told her that I'd be gentle with the washcloth around the bruise. At a closer look, I realized that she was just barely starting to get a black eye on her left side. I said, "Wow, babe. Looks like you've got a little bit of a black eye."
"Huh?" She asked.
I repeated myself.
She started to stand up to look out the door of the bathroom, as if somebody was about to come through the door. She said, "Where's the black guy?"
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