Poor Sunny

I was in the middle of my last blog post when the phone rang. Caller ID said: Pony Express Elem. That usually means not good. I answered and the secretary said, "I have your sweet little Sunny here. A little boy ran into her with his head at recess and hit her in the cheek bone. She has a pretty big goose egg and I gave her an ice pack. We can give her tylenol and send her back to class or you can come get her. She's pretty upset."

I asked to talk to Sunny and she could hardly talk because she was sobbing. She choked out that she wanted to go home, so I hopped in the car and got her. Her little cheek is in pretty bad shape. They weren't kidding when the said it was pretty bad.

Luckily, today was a minimal day and they were going to get out of school at 1:30, so she only missed 2 hours of school. And on another good note, her teacher even came to the office to check on her. (We love Mrs. Simpson)

She is watching Tom & Jerry now, and I can tell she is hurting, but I knew she was going to be okay when she turned to me and asked, "Can I still play with Caitlin today?" and "Can I put make-up on over the bruise?" That's my girl!