Total facial

In all her toddler wisdom, Lyla managed to fling herself off the couch and bounce her face off the coffee table.  Apparently it involved Rowan and a sudden and inexplicable desire to somersault over him. So she has a nice bruise on her face and got a Popsicle. My iTelephone just auto-capitalized Popsicle. Come on. Certain supposed brands are now accepted lowercase generics, at least they should be. Kleenex, bandaids, frisbees. 

Anyway, I think Lyla is using this totally self-inflicted face bruise as leverage to get whatever she wants. Probably better Grandma Jackie was there with her calming influence rather than me interrogating Lyla about what lessons she just learned.