I've been trying to switch the kids' clothes from summer to winter today. My goal is to get the three littles clothes taken care of today and tackle the other three tomorrow. Interruptions, interruptions, interruptions. The latest interruption--Joel somehow cut his finger while playing outside.
I grabbed the band aids, the Neosporin and Joel. I moved some knives that were on the counter aside so that I could set Joel on the counter for his first aid treatment. "Are you going to cut Joel's finger off?" Lydia asked. "Yeah, that's what I'm going to do, " I answered somewhat sarcastically. (I figured such a ridiculous question demanded a ridiculous answer.) "Oh, Daddy's gonna be really aset!"
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