8am at the smith’s
January 22nd, 2009
amelia excitedly wondered if her outfit matched. my reply, “um, no. nice try. go change your shirt.”
wilbur was on the verge of tears because his leg was hurting. ”maybe it’s growing and stretching,” i told him. after i held him for a few minutes, it was better. hmm…
orville was still cozy in his bed.
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Isn’t it crazy how siblings can be so different from each other.