Confessing

Yesterday, we drove a thousand kilometres.  With five children.  It actually went quite well.  We really only had one mishap.  We stopped for gas.  Jared knelt to check the tires.  Then he jumped up and smashed his head into my nose.  It crunched.  Loudly.  He really did a number on it.  It's been swollen ever since.  He felt so bad.  As we drove away, I really meant to be gracious and drop the subject completely.  But, that's not what happened.  Instead, I peered in the mirror to check for bruising...and wondered aloud whether my nose was a little more crooked than it was before...and blogged about it.