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Friday, September 27, 2013

Poor Baby.

Well, we've had our first broken bone.

It took twenty-three boy-years, six of them Theo's.  (Word is, Thomas Aquinas is asking God to go back in time and include that in the Summa as the sixth argument for God's existence.)

And the broken bone wasn't even Theo's.  (Seventh argument.)

Amos fell off a jungle gym at Mom's Morning Out yesterday and broke his collarbone.

He was pretty uncomfortable all day . . .




. . . but a latte (I-un wattay, Mommy!) was enough to make everything better.  (I feel the same way, sometimes.)

He's a pretty happy boy.  When it only takes a little Tylenol and a latte to triumph over a broken bone, well, that's not too bad.


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