...on his head, that is. Got it when he lost the battle with a dining-room chair on Saturday morning - I woke up to find the little guy with a nasty purple egg, 1/2" raised off his scalp, and a matching cheek-bruise.
Daadi felt terrible because it happened while she was with him, but it wasn't her fault - how could she have stopped the Marauder from under the dining table? We've reassured her that this is just the first of many, and she felt better. It didn't hurt that he was up & running around again within seconds of the accident, either. I just wonder how closely he'll run to the dining chairs now that he has his very own Egg.
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- Darned, I just lost a few pieces I wrote here. Damned technology. Anyway, was great to see Christie and meet her friends here last Friday. Christie, we miss you already!
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