Her first grazed knee. It was inevitable when there's a dog walking group with seven dogs roaming the park. Why look where you're going when there are such wonders to behold. 

No tears, of course (Josephine is such a tough nut) but plenty of examination and poking. And my favourite moment? When she checked the other knee for a matching war wound. 

The first of many for our fearless explorer, I've not doubt. 


  1. Poor baby! Give her a kiss from Nanny for being brave xxx

  2. That's adorable. My six year old came home yesterday with two grazed knees, plus one elbow and one hand. She fell in the playground. Bless. The fun is in choosing which disney plaster she'd like. x