From the wilds...

Our youngest, Landry, attacks life with zest, vim, vigor and extreme enthusiasm. With this much force behind her, she constantly has bumps, bruises, cuts, etc. that I have no idea where they come from. (Case in point, as I was coming into the room to tuck her into bed, she was behind the door, twirling like a ballerina, and slammed her head into the door knob. She rubbed her head, said nothing and climbed into bed like nothing happened. I have to hand it to her, she rarely cries and is tough as a boot.) With all that said, she has made me laugh this week. She came in with a pretty big boo-boo on her foot. It was a big cut with a bruise as well. I was looking at it as we were taking baths and asked her what happened. She looked at it, sighed a little and then said, "Well, that tiger bit me while I was in the jungle." Then that was the end of that.

The next day, she came in with another bruise on her arm. Again, I asked her what happened. She looked at it, looked at me and then sighed, "That tiger got me again..."