Shortly after Mom went shopping this morning, Henry and I threw on our fatigues and went to battle… or at least that’s what you’d think from the way she found us when she got back.
He actually took a dive directly into the kitchen cupboards and came up with that GIANT bump on his head. He was a soldier about it though – 20 seconds of crying and then all was forgotten… it is standard Army procedure to issue whole milk to the wounded, right?
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my poor pumpkin.
Aw, poor Henry. And what plain old whole milk can’t cure, chocolate milk surely can.
I’m calling social services!!
Poor little Sweetie!