Since about one year old, Mommy has eagerly given Greta an ice pack when she hits her head. Stumble and trip? Ice pack. Walk into a wall? Ice pack. Hit self on head with toy hammer? Ice pack.
This morning Greta was crawling around behind a chair and knocked her head on the corner of a windowsill. Now she looks like chapter one of Johnny Got His Gun.
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