Yesterday Emma went out and came home looking like this...
I told her not to fight with the neighbor kid, but at least she won, right?
Just kidding. What really happened was that she drove this car down these stairs.
She's always been really good with the stairs--in fact, I've never even put a gate up because she never even attempted them until I taught her how to crawl down, and she's never brought more than a little toy with her. Perhaps the car just got too much momentum, or perhaps she is getting to be a toddler daredevil. Either way, after the gush of blood from her mouth, I was glad her only injury was a fat lip. She had a full recovery within several hours.