With or without eggs

Jimmy bumped his head on the in side of the bath on Sunday.

He slipped over trying to grab a toy. We have a bath mat to stop him slipping, but he must have stepped off it in his hurry.

He should have cried.

I waited for it.

But he didn't. He kept playing. Crying would slow down his playing too much I guess.
(And then there are days that the smallest thing from me or Sam sends him in tears.)

So I checked for blood and eggs. All good.



Perhaps we choose our reaction to something, more often than we think. Perhaps we need a little something to help us move on, with eggs or without eggs.