So today at school Turner stabbed his pencil into his finger. It was near the end of the day, so apparently he didn't have time to go to the nurse. The second he walked out of his classroom, I knew something was wrong. He scowled, and then started crying when he saw me. He cried the whole way home. And when I say cry, that's rather an understatement. There was a lot of howling involved. It was awful. I was trying to soothe him, to no avail. We arrived home and rewashed his hand and got it under the light so I could take a look at it. He rubbed the spot, then realized that the pencil tip wasn't actually in his finger any more. I had told him earlier that as soon as we pulled out the tip, the finger would feel better. So he looked at his finger and smiled, then started playing like nothing had ever happened. I guess it didn't hurt after all.
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This is my Ronan! Drama, drama, drama! Brian was helping him with his tie on Sunday, and he started acting like Brian tied it too tight, and it was choking him. Brian quickly loosened it, only to have Ronan say "Drama." and smile. Funny, crazy boys!
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