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Lindsay Ann watched my kids for me Thursday morning so I could take Cowen to his 5 year old well-child/immunization visit. I'd prepped him about getting shots. I told him all about President Roosevelt getting polio as a child and the resultant decrease in mobility to the point of paralysis. We talked about pain for a short time for safety for the rest of his life. He was primed, I tell you.

Lindsay Ann had to come early for me to make the appointment on time, so she and her girls ate breakfast with us. Cowen said the blessing. Included in that fervent prayer was this plea: "Please help me to not scream when I get my shots." Some moments are just priceless.

PS--He did just fine with his shots. He giggled nervously the whole visit and then cried before and after his shots, but I was proud of him.

PPS--How can you not love a boy who says, "Thanks, Mom!" when you remind him none too gently that he left his boots in the wrong spot, and then the aforementioned child instantly runs back and puts them where they belong? How can you not love that???

How can you not love a girl who quotes Calvin and Hobbes at the dinner table? Miriam's been reading little else for the past two weeks. I think I should cut her off, but it is so much fun to hear little giggles coming from the orange chair during silent reading time.

Tomorrow is another long day, so I'm off. Happy weekend everyone!