| | Tonight I put Charlie to bed, then promptly collapsed on the couch where Jeff was already sprawled, half-alive. Mere minutes later, Charlie began to cry. This isn't typical, but the boy does go through the occasional "phase." I looked at Jeff and we rolled our eyes. I lugged myself across the living room toward Charlie's bedroom as the cries grew more persistent. I soon discovered that my poor child's leg was twisted and stuck between two bars of his crib! Any attempt at moving his leg only led to resistance and more crying. I called Jeff in, and his prescription was immediate: "grab the Crisco." I fled to the kitchen, retrieved the lard, and after a few dabs just above the knee, Charlie was free.
It took a little cuddle time and an extra story, but soon the boy was back in bed, asleep without a peep.
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| | Posted 6/19/2008 10:46 PM - 112 Views - 4 eProps - 3 comments
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