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Thursday, March 6, 2008
the things we do for love
this afternoon, i fashioned a splint out of tinfoil to repair an injured icicle.
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overheard in the playroom
as the children cast their "fishing rods" (string tied to batons):
me: "ladies, try not to bash each other in the head."
child: "why?"
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1 comment:
What on earth is a injured icicle??
However, when my childern were little, I did make a tourniquet out of a paper napkin for a 3yo drama queen that had a scrape.....
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