Two weeks ago now, I cut my foot really bad on the corner of the front door. It was raining, Scout was trying to escape (NO!) and I leaned down to grab him and let the door go and pulled my foot in at the same time. Drug the corner of the glass door across my heel. It was soooo painful. Aidan and Adam fixed me up. Aidan kept saying "Mommy, calm down baby, it's not that bad." (while holding my hand and kissing it) and Adam kept saying "Please stop crying in front of the kid." Aidan clearly listens hard when he is injured and Adam thinks I'm a wuss. It still kills me when I walk two weeks later. We discussed stitches and my mom won't even look at it. AND so the last time we went to Tarjay as a family Aidan was pumped because I rode with him in the cart. Poor kid always wants a buddy in the cart.
Typical of the Harvey boys, dancing their way in to Target.
"Moooommy, you can sit here with me."
We are all laughing hysterically because only one bum cheek would fit.
Leave it to those two to always make me feel better. Even when I'm limping around.
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You have such a fun family! Has your wound healed yet?
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