...and now it looks like this:
All my teacher-friends will understand when I say, "Yesterday, we had a runner."
I've been known to be a bit hard-headed, but apparently the asphalt the child (and then I) tripped on is much harder.
Technically, the only thing that was broken were my only pair of glasses (so I am thankful for that), but in the meantime I look a little like a victum on a domestic violence poster. My husband now gets dirty looks when we walk in public together.
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