Back in June I decided to chop my finger off. Not really, but I did cut my finger to the bone with a butter knife! It was great. Anyways, I had just gotten the kids out of the bath, so I threw clothes on them and drove us to the ER clinic close to our apartment. When I opened the door to the clinic my sweet baby stopped in the door way, would not move and said "Oh No, what is wrong with me now!"
How precious can you get. He is so used to us rushing him to the ER. You have to love that boy. He is so wonderful!
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