ER or Ice Cream?

I got the dreaded injury call from daycare. Usually they assure me that Elspeth is fine, but this time they wanted me to be prepared that she had bitten clear through her lip and that it was swollen and painful.

Our pediatrician wanted us to go to the ER, in case stitches were warranted.

Seriously, this was a missed call. When I got to school, I couldn't even find the place she had bitten through.

Jeremy and I decided to completely ruin dinner by taking her for ice cream instead of the ER.

Elspeth was an enthusiastic supporter of Plan B.