This is Auntie Lindsay's fault. She taught Frances about the joys of hair sculpting while we were in Maine together.
Forty-Four Month Fun Facts
- Frances, the student: More and more these words pass Frances's lips: "I like school." Music to a mother's ears.
- Frances's Mispronunciations: The irregular past tense verbs continue to ellude her. The other day, I got "swepted" instead of "slept".
- Frances First: A few days after she turned forty-four months old, Frances made her first trip to the emergency room. She had fallen off a bench at school and hurt her arm. She was clearly upset about it, but she let me press on her arm without flinching so I didn't think much of it. The day after the accident, her school called to say she still wasn't using the arm (because, yes, I had sent her back to school). I took her to the doctor's. The doctor sent us to radiology at the hospital. Radiology sent us to the emergency room. After a couple hours in the emergency room, we were told Frances's bones had bent but not broken and she was fitted with a splint. Frances and Chandler were real troopers throughout the experience, and Frances was definitely the least damaged kid in the ER that night, but I so hope that's the worst injury we ever get. What are the odds?
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