Sarah: Ouuuuuuch! Owwww! (lots of tears and wailing) I gave myself a paper cut! (more wailing and crying)
There was so much pain from this little paper cut that even a Band-Aid wouldn't stop the tears and the screaming and the crying. I knew it must have really hurt because a Band-Aid will normally stop all tears in my house.
I have often wondered what magic power is contained in those little plastic strips.
Peter: Don't let me look! Don't let me look!
I thought it was interesting they way he phrased this sentence. It almost sounded as if he was commanding himself not to let himself look.
Peter: Don't let me look! I don't want to see blood!
It was at this point that I crossed 'doctor' off the list of potential careers for my son. I'm not panicking though. We still have lots of other high paying professions on that list.
His Daddy and I are just trying to look out for our retirement. We haven't given up on a retirement home on Cape Cod just yet. But Peter and Sarah really need to kick it up a notch in preschool if we are going to make it happen!