Um, thanks. Go ahead and squeeze that lemon juice into my "I'm a terrible, rotten mom wound". Grant had been asking what a lot, but I didn't know his ears were infected, geeze. I just thought he wasn't listening, as usual. Turns out, he really couldn't hear and was yelled at by *Me*
Poor Kid. What a little angel!
He wanted to make sure he didn't get a SHOT in his eye. |
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