Today at church Sam gave himself a black eye. He was running on a trailer bed, tripped and smashed up his face a bit. My mom says Sam has a perpetual head injury, and she's right! I can't remember the last time he didn't have a scratch, bruise, or goose egg somewhere on his head or face. Whenever Mary wears this particular outfit, we call her the kitty princess. Because it is covered in cats, with crowns. We're clever that way. Sometimes the nickname lingers for a day or two after, even when the clothes are in the hamper. Today as we were walking into church, Scott called Mary the kitty princess. Sam said, "No. Today she's the Buddy Guy baby".
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