This morning when you ran into the house from the backyard, and were about to run back outside, Mommy noticed you had a piece of toilet paper clutched in your fingers. When I asked you why, you said it was "nothing", with a gleam in your eye. Mommy kept asking, but you wouldn't tell her why, and that's when Mommy noticed something red on the toilet paper. Mommy needed to find out what it was, but you refused, elevating your hand high above your head, and even started to cry when I chased after you.
Sweet Anna, if you cut your finger on the big plant outside, PLEASE tell Mommy. I know you enjoy doing things all by yourself, and apparently now this includes secretly treating your own wounds, but Mommy should know so that we can use some Neosporin and a Sesame Street bandaid.
P.S. It is always an adventure raising such an independent little girl!