I’m trying to get dressed this morning and a small doctor came into my room and said he needed to check me. He lifted my shirt, pressed a stethoscope onto my belly button, listened for a moment, and then proclaimed…
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The Doctor is In
Sometimes there’s a break from the chasing and yelling and fighting over who gets the orange plate. On delightful occasions CH gets into Big Sister mode which includes extreme patience and a spine-chilling mimicry of the things my wife and…
