 | | 16/01/2017 14:31
Sur le blog Wild Ruffle
Crochet All Day
“Mom,” I hear whispered from across the room.
Bleary eyed, I blinked at him, my little guy who is not so little anymore.
“What do you need buddy?” I asked him.
“I need your help,” he answered.
At 1:30 in the morning, that’s never what you want to hear. Sighing to myself, I swung my legs around the bed and followed him down the hallway.
My nose determined the problem before I arrived in his room. It appeared the stomach bug had hit him, and taking a look at his bed, I could tell it had taken him by surprise.
The poor sweet guy had done his best to help me out before coming to get me, thinking only of others in his...
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