Tonight I am thankful for Boo Boo Penguin, the anthropomorphized ice pack that we offered Clara when she fell off my back while climbing Mount Daddy tonight and smacked her head on the floor.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men (not to mention Mommy’s cuddling) could not get Clara to stop crying as quickly as the application of Boo Boo Penguin on her forehead.
Granted, Boo Boo Penguin eventually ended up on her chin, elbow, foot, knee, and briefly in her mouth, but I’m willing to accept the over-application of Boo Boo Penguin in exchange for quieting a child who is more frightened than hurt.
