Many (many) years ago there once lived a little girl who loved to talk. Conversation was her favorite hobby. She would lose herself amid all the blabber on the first grade playground. And it never failed – she would trip. Over the cement block, over the bulging tree root, over her friends new Sam & Libby’s, even over her own Keds. Every time her knees served once again as the butt of the fall.
Well, that little girl was yours truly, and it all came full circle when I heard the screams from the wagon after church last Sunday. It had happened – it’s in her genes.
She’s a trooper, though!
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Ouch! It hurts me just to look at that. I guess this is another difference between boys and girls...Dillan had is first scraped knee a LONG time ago and has had MANY since then! Ha!
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