High Falutin'

Of course, mothers are also for more mundane things than that high falutin' Peter Pan nonsense. Like dealing with screaming 10 year olds who have fallen off their scooter outside - while their mother is blogging about motherhood inside - and broken off a front tooth and who need their mama to hold them while they swish out mouthfuls of blood and tooth fragments and get whisked off to the dentist and the doctor and the dentist again and need reassurance that their 'fake' tooth will look just as good as their old, smashed up tooth and that breathing in between the screaming is a good idea and that it will all, in the end, be OK. Which it will. But I bet you Germaine never had to tell that story.