I tell the girls to move the rakes off of the grass and they do and they step back onto the side walks. Well the next thing I know I hear a POW and Reese starts crying. I mow over to her to see what's wrong. OH MY! Something had flung from the lawn mower and hit her right in the upper thigh.
I have to admit, I was on the verge of a freak out. Only staying calm enough not to freak HER out. She had only been about 2 or 3 feet away from the mower. I swooped her up inside and put ice on it while she laid down I checked her out to make sure nothing was broken or bleeding. Bless her little heart. 
When we went back outside I found this block that must have been somehow hidden in the grass just right for me not to see. Oh and look at that, it perfectly matches poor Reeser's little square welted bruise.
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