Everyday I look at our children… the ones who have the chicken pox and the two who haven’t yet contracted them. It’s gotten to the point that Andrew walks in and I smile at him and he sort of instinctively reads the smile as: okay, lift your chin, show me your neck; extend your arms, show me some spots… lift up your shirt, show me your tummy. Nothing. Yet.
Here’s what dolly thought of her chicken pox. She drew this picture of [...]








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