... something is slightly not right. It feels like something real bad is going to happen. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe it's just the book. Maybe it's me. Maybe, perhaps... yeah, I just don't know.
M had pyjama party at kindy today. Good fun of course, they had a ball. Until M fell over, hit his head and then decided to chew on the ice-pack until it broke. A phone call to Poisons Info Line and stress was over. Apparently the worst would be a bit of vomiting... which never happened. He was a happy chap all night, and loved the chewing gum I got him from work. Big enough for chewing gum hey... my big big big boy!
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