To hear Alexis tell it, she has experienced her first major injury. Forget about the time she knocked her head on the corner of the bathroom cabinet and wound up with a goose egg the size of a baseball on her head. The time she tripped and bit a hole in the inside of her mouth that was so big her tooth kept getting stuck in it for days afterwards? That was nothing in comparison to her latest injury. Folks, Alexis has a paper cut on her left thumb. And she is not amused. Not one bit.

She cried for a solid half hour after it happened. Lots of hugs and kisses finally convinced her that she would survive. But every time she touches something with her left hand, she reaggravates the injury and resumes wallowing in her own-self pity. She's decided that the best treatment is Mummy Kisses. She whimpers, sticks her arm out in front of her with her thumb protruding, and runs around until she manages to shove that thumb in my face. I do believe I have spent more time kissing her boo boo today than I have spent yelling at dogs.

Hopefully Alexis will have the strength to pull through this difficult time in her life. If her condition doesn't improve soon, my lips may just fall off.