I’m still feeling a little wounded from our terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. You don’t seem to remember; I’m glad.
Your pediatrician called me at work to say that you have an infection, and he prescribed you an antibiotic. I’m glad that your mystery illness was something easily identified and treated.
I stopped at the CVS to pick up your medicine on the way way home from work today. While I was there, I got up a bag of snack-sized Hershey bars and a wooden puzzle. Because buy you treats makes me feel better.
Within thirty seconds of my setting the bags down, you’d found the bag of chocolate bars and were signing “more.”
The fact that you didn’t have one to begin with didn’t deter you from thinking you needed more. It was really funny and cute.
Your Grandma has always said that I could smell chocolate as soon as it entered the house. I can. It’s a gift. Like mother, like daughter.
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