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OLC and I went out on the playground after dinner, and stayed out until it was getting dark. Then, on the way in, she used her muddy mitten to pick up a piece of ice and start munching on it. I told her it was yucky, and she agreed and dropped the ice. When the ice hit the ground, the sound told me that it was not ice at all, it was glass. A piece of broken glass from some jerk’s booze bottle. So inside we went, with OLC starting to look like a tiny vampire fresh from a meal. (The problem with having a photographer husband is that he always has to take a picture before beginning first aid measures.) We wiped and rinsed enough to find a small cut on her lip, and didn’t see any cuts on the inside of her mouth. Called Grandma the nurse, who recommended having OLC spit/drool the blood into a clean wet washcloth, to see how much there was. OLC didn’t want to do that, but she was willing to suck on the washcloth, so we kind of got an idea from that, and found that the cut extended around to the inside of her upper lip. The bleeding rapidly diminished, so it looks like she will live.