Mama and B waiting at the doctor's office to see him for my dang foot.
Later this evening: cousins! The beloved Isla who Owen ALWAYS talks about.
The are trouble. If you can't tell.
Owen is "posing" here....
B meanwhile screamed his head off. Poor guy feels like crap. Fever, etc. Thinking he's still fighting his teeth. Thinking also it might be another long night.
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