My silliness that is J,
Yesterday we did "preschool" at a friend's house. H is for hippo. We glued marshmallow "teeth" to hippo faces. I can guarantee you that more marshmallows made it into your mouth (and L's mouth... and our friends C and D's mouths) than made it into the hippos' mouths. Mommy is not too surprised. After we finished up at our friend's house, I loaded the three of you boys up, and headed for the car. J, you and L were holding hands and trailing behind me. Both of you tripped. And cried. L only cried for a minute or too. More of a whine than a cry, really. J, you kept crying. More of a scream than a cry. Flustered with D (who was screaming his head off), the heat, and a large load, I got a little short with you. When you didn't move from where you were standing, I [impatiently] came over to investigate. There was a stick in your hand. No, not in your hand. Sticking out of your hand. Crap. A palo verde thorn had lodged itself entirely in your palm when you tripped. I carefully pulled it out. It was about an inch long. Um, no wonder you were screaming, J. Once it was out, you toughed up pretty quickly. Stopped crying by the time you were buckled up in the car seat. You like showing everyone your hurt. It is cute. J, you are so brave.
Love,
Mommy
