And then, in the next instant, a dose of reality…

Helen comes up to me this afternoon and says, “Look, Mommy, I have a bleed.”

Which translates roughly into “I have scratched this bug bite until it started bleeding just so I could get a band-aid.”

You know, I’m grateful when the world slaps my swollen mommy-head back down to Earth.

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