One day, Samantha was taking a bath in her grandparents' kitchen sink. This sink was in California. Her grandfather was bathing her, and being especially slippery that day, she slipped and hit her eye on the counter. She cried and grandpa consoled her. He affectionately received the name "Bumpa" after that incident, but since has been shortened to Papa.
Callie had her own little eye incident this week. And I tell you, if it's not one, it's the other. Sammy, as know, has had her week full of doctor appointments. And I suppose Callie wanted in on the action too. Yesterday, while running across our family room, Callie tripped over her feet and had a little collision with her eye and our metal futon frame. It was very loud, and I can assume very painful. She cried and I consoled. Sammy's black eye was just that, a black eye. But Callie cut her eyelid. The doctor wanted us to come in to make sure her actual eye was ok. It is. So, here's our little bruiser.