Pull-Ups explode in a nasty gelled mess in the washing machine.
The Husband's gauze bandage does not get along well with Velcro.
Children, like predators, can smell weakness and hone in on an injured hand like lions on helpless gazelles. He's really not having a good week!
Watching, helpless to do anything, as my daughter tumbles down the entire flight of stairs ends up being far more traumatic for me than for her. She's just sporting a few more bruises--a nice shiner under her right eye. I have an image forever imprinted on my brain.
Okay, so the last one wasn't so humorous. Sorry. It's been a long day.
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Hang in there!
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