doesn’t stop moving, she figures she won’t miss anything.
She was very close to falling down and going “blammo” several times, so I finally told her “Listen. I don’t have the spray-on Neosporin (the magical topical elixir of life, as far as she is concerned) with me. If you fall down, you’re just going to have to sit there and bleed until I’m done eating and we can walk back to camp.”
And the comment from the peanut gallery? “Wow. That’s Mother-of-the-Year material right there!”