Ben fell off the truck today. He thought he broke his head. If you look closely at his goose egg, you can see the imprint of the concrete on his forehead. After the tears and hugs, he now realizes he has an awesome story to tell his friends at school. Of course, he was laying on the couch recuperating and he tells me he feels woozy. Who says woozy? I don’t even think he knew what it meant, but I called Chris to come and look at him. He is fine! But seriously Ben, how do you know all of these trigger words to make me worry?!
Poor BenBen
November 3, 2009 by klake5
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