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Where the Driveway Ends

a blog written by a mother of five

Friday, August 24, 2007

Why is it . . .

. . . that the child who doesn't so much as flinch when she has blood drawn or gets a shot, screams when I brush her hair?
 
 
Posted by Anonymous at 7:31 PM

1 comment:

ali cross said...

ROFL!!

10:13 PM

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