I was at the eye doctor when an urgent text came from Mike. Hannah was in desperate need of Tylenol and he didn’t know the dose. Poor thing (Hannah) was cutting her 4 eye teeth at the same time and was absolutely miserable.
Shortly after, I see this picture come across my phone:
Ever prone to a flair for the dramatic, Hannah just flat gave up on everything and conked out on the kitchen rug.
Out of all the comfier – and probably cleaner – places for a rest, she plopped down right in the heart of the busiest part of our home in the evening.
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