Ouch and a little bit of magic

My baby fell off her bike. Don't know how, I was inside at the time and heard the thud. She hardly cried because she was so hurt and so shocked. By the time I'd bundled her up on my lap she was shaking and a few tears leaked out. Just a graze, but a nasty one.

Of course the real tears started when we had to get it cleaned up, which involved, heaven forbid, walking to the bathroom and a bit of water.

Nothing a bit of gauze with Winnie the Pooh plasters over the top can't cure though. Plasters contain magic that a mother's arms and kisses don't.