Bad news: Dorothy fell off her bike yesterday and cracked her helmet.
Good news: She is okay, and got a new helmet out of the deal.
(When she was wee, and barely talking, I chose a bike helmet for her at Target that was light blue with a street scene. She understood shopping, and when we moved to the next aisle, though she talked very little, she demanded, "Pink! Butterflies! Go back!" So we went back and got the pink helmet with the butterflies. As you can see, once again, Dorothy chose her own helmet.)
