Our favorite 2- year- old has broken his arm.
Well, fractured. Buckle Fracture, just like like every other broken bone of the other childrens'.
He was pretending to be the cuckoo bird in the cuckoo clock- and fell out out of the "cuckoo clock." (The cuckoo clock is a hanging tent up in the classroom.)
Five am the next morning, after a sleepless night.
Left handed play-doh playing.
I don't want to be here anymore! I want to go home!
Hmm, I do like dinosaurs but....
I don't really like this broken arm, Mom.
I don't really like this broken arm, Mom.
But it isn't all bad!
The "cuckoo clock."
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