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| Paris, November 8, 2008 |
Rachna's post below inspired me to ask all of you whether you have any good stories about Panagiota getting into accidents, hurting herself or generally being clumsy. Neither of us was particularly coordinated, and we frequently worried that Sofia would grow up with a double dose of awkward genes. [When Sofia knocked out her front tooth last year, I had to wonder whether it was an isolated incident or if it was finally time to get her fitted for a safety helmet.] I can think of a number of occasions in which Pegs was a bit of a klutz, but rather than share a particular story let me just say that she had a very love-hate relationship with our kitchen knives. It must be said that Pegs spent a lot of time in the kitchen and was often distracted by a clingy toddler, but I've never seen anyone with so many nicks, cuts and gouges on her fingers as Pegs. This was especially true whenever she or my father would sharpen our knives, after which I would invariably come home to find Pegs with at least one or two band-aids wrapped around a freshly opened wound. I can't say that Pegs put a lot of her sweat and tears in her meals, but I'm fairly certain that there was a little blood in there on more than one occasion.
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I will always regret sharpening your knives during our visit in 2008. Everyday Pegs had another bandaid on a finger or thumb. The entire Vanderpool family knows my aversion to blood, so she never commented or complained; she just took it in stride.
Dad
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