A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with bubblegum in its hair, hope with a frog in its pocket
Sunday, November 29, 2009
On our way to the doctor....
J: I don't wanna go to the doctor! Me: I promise you won't get any shots, just medicine. J: NO! Don't wanna go to the doctor. I don't wanna be all better. I just wanna be sick.
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