This little drama queen walked into the laundry room door tonight (no worries, the door is fine ;-). She then proceeded to make herself an ice pack and go and lay in bed to hold it on her forehead. I went in to tuck her in and she looked at me and oh so seriously said, "I think I have a condition.." Through my laughter I informed her that yes, she does have a condition and it's called clumsiness but that the word I think she was actually looking for was concussion. Her words to me then were, "See, I told you I had a condition!" I can't help but love her!
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