Dear Jacob,
You are sitting at the table and start to cry.
" What is it buddy?! Are you ok? ! "
" OWIE!!! My toesie rosies! OW ! ! ! "
I lean over to inspect your toes to make sure there are no hairs wrapped around them, no nails are snagged. I find nothing wrong.
" OWWWWWIE ! "
" What, Jacob ? What's wrong with your toes ? "
" They're stuck ! "
" Stuck ? " I am completely mystified .
" My toesie rosies are stuck on my foot ! "
" . . . ummm . . . "
Love,
Mommy
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