My Dear, Sweet, Loving, Adventurous Andy,
I've now documented several of the injuries you have acquired in your short life span of four years. I don't do this for my own amusement (I'm actually concerned CPS might start calling). But rather I document these injuries so that someday, when your dad and I are old and gray and you're choosing our nursing home, you might remember the craziness we endured during the early years of your little life (I don't even want to think about the teenage years). And I hope you will have some idea of how much money (and worry) we spent hauling you to Instacare for stitches. And armed with this information, we hope you will choose well.
Love,
Your Devoted, Caring, and Tired Mother
(there is a stitch through the fingernail, as the cut descended into the nailbed)
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Success! You successfully made me sick! Ewe! I don't want to have those moments with my kids. You are going to be one tough mama when you're done with these 3 little guys! Did I say done?
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