Dorothy got whacked in the head. Actually she got whacked in the mouth. She came crying to Daddy for some much needed comfort.
“Now I am going to have a flat,” she cried as Daddy gave her a big hug.
Dad got a confused look on his face and held her out at arms reach. “A what?”
“A flat,” she repeated and pointed to her lip.
“You mean a fat lip,” he said laughing.
“Yeah, a flat lip!” Dorothy said.