Speaking of 'experienced', I remember my dear mother-in-law loving to tell the story of one of the grandkids telling her that she wasn't old, she was 'expewienced'.
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That's never good.
Turns out Caroline had
After an x-ray, our beloved Dr. Hansen sent us on to Cincinnati where we spent the night at the hospital for a late night surgery to put two pins in his arm. My mom went along to the hospital, while Jim stayed home with the other kids.
Three days after that, Adam was pushed, tripped, thrown off the footstool. I knew the arm was broken, and I couldn't. even. do it.
There were tears. His. And mine.
And I sent Jim with him to the ER. Because I couldn't. How could three kids break arms at our house? In eight days? Oh, brothers, and swings, and cousins, and fouls, and tripping, and kids. will. be. kids.
Thankfully, kids' bones heal quickly, and moms learn that, much as we would like to, we can't clothe them in bubble wrap. But we would if we could. That's just how we roll. (Maybe if we were better at rolling, we wouldn't break so many bones!) Lol.
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