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"WHAT THE? WHAT happened to him?" He took it and scrutinized it 3 inches from his head.
My oldest snorted from his bed. "He looks like one of those women who put all those bracelets around their necks and stretched it out. And his feet are so short he looks like a midget!" Gee, that was helpful.
My middle boy half smiled and looked at me.
I explained what happened, told him how sad his little brother had been, and then told him how I had thought I was putting it back the right way. "I'm really sorry for getting it wrong." More laughter from my oldest who was trying unsuccessfully to smoother it behind the covers.
"Do you want me to try to take him apart again and see if I can put the pieces the right way?"
"No, that's O.K. You worked really hard on it, didn't you?"
"M-hm." Can you feel the mommy tears coming?
"Na, I kind of like him that way. That's O.K."
I was pretty proud of him. Could have killed his big brother. But I was really proud of how my middle guy handled it.
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There you have it. All the important updates.
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I'll catch you tomorrow.
1 comment:
Glad to hear the good news on your dad.
Also glad to hear about the great response your middle guy had. Isn't it nice when they pull through, and make you feel like you've been a bit victorious in "raising them up"?
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