When David was 2, he looked like Tweety Bird. He had this big round head and skinny body, and he had the same speech defect going on ("tat" for "cat") AND he was very attached to a stuffed Tweety Bird that someone had given us. Weird coincidence, that.
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So, deciding to make this a community-service opportunity for his younger siblings, I delegated David's laundry to Brian. I made Susie his official water-cup carrier. I've tasked Rachel with trying to keep the floor clear so that David doesn't break a leg while maneuvering his sprained ankle around on crutches. And I'm off the hook. Because it just feels downright weird to be pouring water for my 14-year-old.
[Tweet Bird image: Wallpapers]
[Florence Nightingale: Nursingcrib]