Konked Heads--Three style

Earlier this week, I was on a call at work.  Preschool called my work number and cell.  Hmmm.  Could be ok, might not be.  I called back, but went straight to voicemail.  Weird.

When I met Dan to drive home he says, calmly, "So an incident happened at preschool today."  He wisely waited to tell me so I wouldn't freak out.

Turns out that the preschool director was on the swing.  Three nicely asked if she could swing, too (I KNOW.  That in itself is a shock).  Three climbed (jumped is more likely, knowing Three) onto the preschool teacher's lap.  They lost balance, and fell backwards off the swing.  It is unclear if they actually were swinging before they fell.  Other than a little blood from the preschool teacher's nose, Three was fine.  The preschool director, not so much.  Not only did she hit the back of her head on the ground, the back of Three's head banged into her face upon impact.  Lots of blood and the preschool teacher was a bit dazed confused and so they called an ambulance. 

When Hoosier girl came to pick Three up (minutes later) the police car and ambulance were still there.  She thinks to herself, "Hmmm ambulance and police car, Three must be involved somehow."  I think Hoosier girl felt a little bad about that, but hey, she knows Three.

Turns out at minimum, the preschool director's nose is broken.  And I'm sure there is a lump on the back of her head from the ground, if not a concussion. And she spent some time at the hospital/ER that evening.

Three is totally fine.  Hoosier girl cleaned off the blood in a bath, which is above and beyond the call of duty. She was a bit shaken, but loves to tell the story.

Three says, matter of factly, "We were on da swing and then we fell and then we konked heads and I hurted myself.  And there was blood and Teacher K hurted her nose and it was BROKEN!!  And then the doctor truck came and the police car.  And I cried. And Teacher K went to the hospital."

When we got home from work, the girls were out playing.  We all had lots of hugs and shared some sangria and snacks with Hoosier girl.  She deserved it.

School called to make sure Three was ok.  We were all like, she's fine but how is Teacher K?  The reply, "She's doing well, but has some new thoughts about swing safety."   I'm sure she does.

This is the dilemma I have.  I'd like to get the preschool teacher a get well gift.  What says I'm sorry my kid accidentally broke your nose? Wine?  Spa treatment?  Fruit basket? Help a girl out here.

Reasons #987 and #988 why I love our puppy

She's destroying our P*lly P*cket collection one doll at a time.  Nice work, Pritzie.  I never realized how many tiny annoying shoes they have, and how difficult it is to put on their teeny tiny clothes.--and stepping on their teeny tiny hands with bare feet is almost as painful as stepping on legos with bare feet.

She guards/cuddles Doodle while she sleeps.