Claire versus concrete

I admit that I am not what you would call "overprotective". So, when Claire came crashing into the house this morning, wailing and screeching, I also admit that I finished whatever it was I was doing (something personally fulfilling and enjoyable--like dishes, maybe. Or laundry). Then I sauntered over and was appropriately gentle and soothing, though still pretty unconcerned. We applied ice and a quick snuggle, and my tough little duck dashed back to the scene of the accident (the driveway) with barely a backward glance. If anything, her poor face has actually looked worse as the day has progressed, so tonight I'm feeling a little guilty. Although, looking back, I guess I would still allow her to sit in a child's lawn chair on the driveway. Maybe I should enforce a lawn chair helmet rule? So much for our family Easter pictures!