Loretta's a real city girl.
Playing happily with Uncle Tommy.
Henry fell on the concrete recently and landed right on his old lip.
You think a fat lip is going to slow Henry down? No way.



I wasn't home when it happened. (thank god, cuz' it was a gusher) Todd called me at work to tell me. After I established that Henry was fine, and Todd explained to me how he looked, I said. "Great. It's not like he has his school picture tomorrow or anything." Which of course, he did...

I kept giving him Otter Pops all the night before and that morning...
I think he dug that fat lip, big time.
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