My sweet little angel now has a bear paw for a right arm. Not really, but for now, he looks like a burn patient. "W"s cousin, six months older, decided that he could do without one of his middle fingers. And, for the record, whoever designed a drop leave coffee table (toddler height, hello!) needs there head examined, that goes for whoever bought one for the condo we stayed at, as well. I know, I should have been watching closer, but sometimes it just feels better to blame someone else. There were lots of tears from the boy and his mamma, but we are all better now. (Does anyone else have this much trouble avoiding the ER, while on vacation?)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Bear Paw
Posted by Phoebe at 2:53 PM
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