He spent a good part of the week laying on blankets in a bath tub. He laid here without complaining. He bravely took a big shot of penicillin on Wednesday and I promised him something special for being so big. He looked at me with crocodile tears in his eyes and said..."Anything I want?". I cautiously asked what "anything" was. His reply, "A beautiful barbie?".
He has me wrapped. Barbie makes everything better...even making sandwiches is better with Barbie. Thank goodness he is much better today! Love you to the moon and back Rustin Walker. I love that you are you...100% of the time. You don't feel like you have to behave the way people think you should. You don't care about Iron Man or Race Cars...the things society tells you to love. You love beautiful girls...and I can't really fault you for that. XoXo
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Poor little man. Even I would complain about a penacillian shot. And I love that he loves Barbies. Just like my Tori loves MineCraft and Legos. It's just who they are. :)
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