It was just a skinned knee....

Last weekend we went to a cookout to celebrate George's birthday. While there, Stella was running around like a mad-woman and climbing on everything. She got into a fight with a miniature adirondack chair...the chair won...
She only cried for a few seconds, and then resumed playing. It wasn't until a few minutes later that I realized she had blood running down her leg! Her FIRST BLEEDING BOOBOO! As any mom would do, I ran and got my camera before anyone wiped away the blood. Is documentation more important than tending to my child's wounds? No. Not my proudest moment as a mother, but in my defense, she wasn't crying and didn't seem to mind at all!