So the scratches from yesterday are almost gone. Don't tell Big Sissy that...she's milking the Band-Aid thing for all it's worth. You can slightly see the rubber-tire-playground-floor burn on her forehead, and the shadow across her nose is the little scratch that's left. She called herself Stripey all day. Once she stops hurting, she LOVES boo boos. They're like battle scars to her, to be worn proudly.
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Sounds like her mamma, in more ways than one. Weren't you the one that spent your whole "allowance" (did we even get those?) on Band-Aids?! LOL
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