I got a call from daycare today. Hate those; I always panic for a split second. But this was the first time there was actually something wrong. Poor Tyler was playing and running away from Kingston when he tripped and clipped his head on the window sill. He was ok, but has a big bump and a raspberry streak. But it didn't slow him down for long. It's hard not to just jump in the car and give him a hug and kiss to fix his boo boo, but I knew he was in Ms. Debbie's comforting arms.
Fast forward to right now and Tyler is sitting and bouncing on Daddy's back like Alex is a horse. Yeah, he's fine!
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