Monday's are always hard for me because I miss our weekends of sleeping in, playing, no routine and just doing whatever we want.
Well your dad sent me this picture, yes, this very picture.
And I said, that better be spaghetti sauce (we did have spaghetti the night before). Well it wasn't. You were playing in the downstairs hall way on the tile floor, tripped over a blanket you were playing with and hit your mouth on the tile floor. SAD!!!! Your dad ran up to you and held you while you cried for a minute. Luckily, this picture looks worse than it was. Not saying that it didn't hurt because I know it did, but you still have all your teeth and just a small split in your lip.
I was sad that I wasn't there to comfort and care for you, but I know that you are in good hands with your father. I was ready to fly out of the office and come home to you, but wouldn't you know it, I was the only one in my department that day!
I got home and you were your super typical happy self.
You are mom and dad's little tough girl.
Love you!!!
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