"Keep it real," I tell myself. It is still winter after all. This photo makes me long for summer though.
It was partly sunny today, so on the way into a dr.'s appointment I cranked the radio and belted out some great tunes. But during an especially loud rendition of 'Lucille' by Kenny Rogers I had to chuckle to myself as I recalled lyrics from my childhood. You see, in the line 'you picked a fine time to leave me Lucille, with four hungry children and a crop in the field' my young ears had heard 'four-hundred children'. I clearly reasoned this by thinking the man in the song ran some kind of orphanage. Oh, so many songs that our ears misinterpret, I could go on about his topic for pages....but I won't.
Today was pretty good all in all. The assistant at the clinic was a little grumpy but I'll forgive her considering I was told her dog was being put to sleep today so I can sympathize. But things went well until our son "C" (little guy in the photo) decided to fall and bite his tongue.
Now, anyone who knows C has probably lost count on how many times this little man has fallen on his be-dimpled face, knocking teeth loose and splitting lips. Okay, well mom kept count and we're up to four!! This time he ended up with a nice trio of puncture wounds on his tongue. Needless to say I could NEVER be a nurse considering the fact that the bleeding and screaming about did me in.
Nice of mom to take a picture huh? Well, it really looks worse in person and now he's complaining that it's bleeding again---off to try to play nurse momma again.....
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