Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Reptilian Disaster

My dear, sweet SugarBear,

Yes, I know that you swallowed your tiny plastic lizard. Yes, I know that it was your favorite. I am so sorry. No, I will not "get a toothpick to get it out." Whatever that means. No, I will not "put on some glubs and get it out of (your) poop." No, it is not making you sick, because it happened three days ago and you are fine. Yes, perhaps someday soon, we will go to "the lizard store at the mall (?)" and get you a new tiny lizard. Please, please, please find something else to talk about.

Your loving Mommy

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