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Well, the boys are read to, and tucked in. The chickens are in, Puffy gave me grief and I had to chase her all around so that by the time I caught her I was out of breath!

Speaking of grief, Joshua came up to me after his bath and said "What is this? It's giving me grief!" I looked and said "What is it?" Joshua shrugged, Matthew declared it was spilled cough syrup, but on closer inspection I saw that Joshua had scratched himself and was bleeding. I said "Oh, you have a scratch here! You need a bandaid!" Joshua immediately went into hysterics.

How something could be passed off as cough syrup one minute then just shy of an amputation the next is beyond me.

I dunno 2J. With Jill every little accident or wound was an open opportunity for her to explore! She started telling me she wanted to be a pediatrician when she was 4 years old. All her childhood she had to look VEY closely at everything wound related! Whether it was her, me, her sister, a dog, cat, rabbit, wild critter - whatever. She had to check out every little thing.

Then, she had kids, and from the first it was calling me to say, "Oh no Mom, what do I do? Abby sniffled!" :-) But, I liked that! A LOT! Now, she's an old hand at "moming" so I don't get that anymore. But it was pretty cool!

I still think it likely that someday she will go back to school for something medical. She's just got all this interest and curiosity about it! --- you KNOW she didn't get that from her squeemish mama!

Heh...kinda like how a kid'll fall down and just sit looking surprised until Mom makes a fuss...then they'll bust out sobbing.

Is Puffy the one that hogs the nest box, too?