wounded

here is isabel yesterday, after amalea and mom finally figured out what she was weeping and wailing about:prior to the discovery, isabel had dashed off into some shrubbery to evade mom's grasp and ultimately escape being entrapped in her car seat. she was caught, but not before she flailed and flung her shoes off of her feet. her poor little footsie got attacked while it was exposed, unbeknownst to all but herself. isabel wept and wept for much of the way home. the wound was noticed after much questioning during the car ride. at home, and only after getting a bandage on her foot and being propped up on a pillow, was mom even allowed to touch the foot to elevate it. amalea brought her extra blankets, her 2nd sheepie,  a stuffed animal, and a snack as well. of course, magic kisses were administered to isabel's foot by both mom and amalea. later, isabel told dad that she was "wounded". oh, the suffering and the drama of isabel's most major injury thus far. (even this morning, she refused to stand up and walk until her injury was properly re-bandaged. and then again when dad got home, her bandage had come loose and she cried out until dad reattached it - my oh my.)