Tonight I babysat Walt while I was also on Meredith patrol. Chris was on Taurean and Robert patrol at church. It went really well, except for one detail. I wounded Walt. Oh the guilt. Oh the agony. You see, the boy likes to put boxes on his head, like any good one year old. For evidence that this is true, and not merely the invention of a guilty Aunt Kate, go to www.spickler.blogs.com. So anyway, the boy likes to put boxes on his head. So he was playing with this box and I was helping him play with this box and it slipped from my hands and the world slowed down as the corner of the box careened toward his head and then, yup, sure enough, WHAM. And then he cried and then I cried and it was all quite pathetic.
But the following picture was taken AFTER the traumatic event, so you can see that we all came through relatively unscathed. Walt was teaching Meredith how to talk on the phone. They also had fun coughing together -- really quite a charming pair.
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Walt insists you should not feel bad. He can't wait to get to Mother's Day Out tomorrow morning so he can say, "Yeah, but you should have seen the other guy!"
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