Big sister sent Trevor a message a couple weeks ago. It went something like this- Don't bother me, or I'll whack you over the head with a toy gun.
Trevor was unusually happy during the whole fix-it process at the medical office. Not sure he would have been so happy if I had opted for the staples instead of the derma-glue.
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Poor little man! Kid owies are the worst!
Oh no! But he sure looks chipper. :)
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