Saturday, November 25, 2006
Plegm Shlegm
Poor Everett caught his first cold in the middle of his sixth week of life. It wasn’t a bad cold and he fought it off quickly, but his gravley breathing and coughs still broke his mommy’s heart. To make matters even worse, he remained constantly cheerful and completely uncomplaining through the entire ordeal, much unlike his mommy who had passed the germ to him in the first place.
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