These are not the words you want to hear from your middle child from the play room.
I ran up the stairs as fast as my feet would carry me.
What did I find?
S cradling a bit of plastic with blue liquid oozing between her fingers.
The culprit?
One of those toys shaped like a tube that you can't hold onto because the inside becomes the outside and slides from your hands.
S tried her best to bring it to me. You can tell since the thing obviously broke on one side of the playroom and you can see the trail from her carrying it across the room toward the stairs.
I love my children. I love my children. I love my children.
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Don't forget to post those pics of the girls...they are keepers!! Good to see you Sat. come back soon.
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