Petra didn't, thank goodness, but obviously all those darn children's books (are you my mommy? etc.) have freaked her out. Not only the little Triceratops "lost his mommy" bringing her near to tears, but yesterday she found a white rock "hey look, cool!" but then was immediately sad, wandering the house saying "rock lost her mommy." Poor thing!
In other news, we are definitely going to jail. It was bad enough that the pediatrician was looking at her bruised up legs ("you climb a lot don't you?"). Yesterday, she bumped her cheek and came to get a kiss. Then 5 minutes later I walk into the dining room to find her kneeling on the floor, holding the corners of a chair, and banging her cheek against the edge. "My cheek hurts!" she said, giggling, when she saw me come in. Yikes! We are definitely going to jail!
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