Wordless Wednesday: The Seven-Year-Old practices medicine
Unpacking continues apace at Caterpickles Central. Only 52 boxes to go! (More or less. If you ignore the piles of boxes that I’ve decided what to do with — donate, move to basement, break down & recycle — but haven’t quite gotten around to taking care of yet.)
Literalistic caveats aside, a few days ago, we uncovered a trove of stuffed animals from my childhood. The Seven-Year-Old immediately adopted this battered old raccoon, and sent him to hospital for some belated rehab. Raccoony lost an eye in a regrettable incident some 35 years ago.
I honestly don’t remember the details, but I’m certain The Seven-Year-Old will pry some suitably grim story of my miscreant younger self out of Raccoony this afternoon.
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3 Responses to “Wordless Wednesday: The Seven-Year-Old practices medicine”
hope it goes to the iCoon hospital — my father (born 1916) referred to one of the high schools in Alamance County, NC, as “blind pig.” The high school name was Pleasant Grove (PG) – p eye g with a missing “eye”
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This “doctor’ thing must be genetic!!!
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