The other day I was fumbling with my keys to open the front door. Nathan grabbed the elastic the goes around the bottom of my sweatshirt. It has a dingle ball on the end. He must have pulled it halfway to the street and then he let it fly. It hit the back of my thigh and Mommy squawked! My eyes got all teared up and I think Nathan immediately realized what he had done. He said he was sorry, I forgave him, told him to not do that again and limped into the house.
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youch!
Oh, I hate it when that sort of thing happens. They feel so bad, the poor little dears when they hurt Mommy, and yet, it's Mommy that does the limping.
Sweatshirt shrapnel.
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