Busted...

...lip that is. Today before dinner we were playing tag in the cul-de-sac when Zoe (with some help from a little person who I will not name) went flying face first into the pavement. After lots of tears and complaining about not being able to drink from her sippy with her very swollen lip, Zoe finally calmed down when I put dinner on the table. She polished off her chicken and pasta, then ceased all complaining until she saw herself in the mirror...