The kids are in the playroom putting a band together. I hear them talking about getting stuff for their drums and such. Next thing I hear is Chase in this sad voice "ow, Oh it hurts. I guess it's just going to be you Preslie. This hurts". Preslie come and looks at it and tells him to go get a bandaid. He says "can't you just look at it and see if I need anything. Ow". He twists his arm and looks "oh good no scrape I can go on". I thought I was going to loose it. My kids are priceless.
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