Last night, I guess Bea was eating dinner and playing around on her chair. I went out into the garage and I hear this snap, thud, then crying. Bea somehow knocked her chair backward and fell mid chew. She's crying and I notice red in her mouth. Blood. Mixed in with her chicken. Gross. She nearly bit the tip of her tongue off AND managed to impale herself with either her fork or thumb. She has a little red round scab now under her chin. :( All I could say last night while holding her as she cried was: See! I told you! That's why I don't want you guys playing around on the chairs!! See!! That's why you have to listen to me!
Will they listen now?? I doubt it.
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