Last night at the Emergency Room, Leah was saying that the knot on Karen's head looked like a unicorn horn. She said that she had seen a unicorn once at the circus. I told her that Sarah had just been to the circus and blogged about how I had ruined it for her when she was a little girl by telling her, "That's not a unicorn, that's a goat with a horn glued on."
"What, that wasn't a unicorn?", Leah said, "Why are you always doing that?"
It turned out, though that the doctors weren't that impressed with the knot on Karen's head, but the fact that she broke her arm right below the shoulder caught their attention. Who knew that walking a dog could be so dangerous?