It looked real bad when he showed it to me while she screamed in his arms. But we touched and observed it and it didn’t seem broken.
She wouldn’t stop crying.
I took her, asked Dean to go get her milk with Tylenol in it.
As I’m giving her the bottle, as she finally stopped crying uncontrollably, she started talking to me (“gibberish gibberish gibberish”) and showing me her thumb and breaking out into weeping again. Poor baby. Yup, I’m sure she was telling on daddy.
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