Stick a Fork In It

Every Sunday evening our sweet and agreeable Q is replaced with this little monster. Sunday-Night-Q is very particular, even when she's not sure what it is she actually wants (which happens often, unfortunately). She is also not as steady on her feet, which is how this particular owie came to be. One Sunday evening we were having dinner at the grandparents' house. One minute SNQ was squirming in her seat, and the next she was on the floor with a fork in her cheek. Fortunately the fork didn't go all the way through...

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