Late over Part Two

So the late-over didn't exactly end well. . . Malia and Addie had a head-on-head collision that will probably change Malia's life for ever. . . Addie walked away without a scratch - Malia ended up with a fat lip (see picture of spitting out blood) and a tooth knocked back half-way into her mouth. Perfect. Apparantly the Brousseau house is a walking injury trap. Abby said she's going to call the dentist . . . immediately. I'm not sure what will happen with that. Right after the incident, I drove Malia home. After dropping her off, I turned left onto State street and immediately after crossing 800 north witnessed a pedestrian crossing in a NON-crosswalk get hit and flown to the side of the road. So, in my Relief Society apron, still on from making chocolate covered pretzels at home before all of this began, I pulled to the side of the road, called 911 and waited for the police to come and take my statement. . . Now all is said and done, I am sitting still and just trying to take a deep breath. Here's to an uneventful tomorrow!