Every night we went to the beach for sunset. The kids developed a new game they called "Beach American Ninja Warrior" that involved a lot of jumping...and sand... all over!!!!! After I walked back with Henry and we stopped at a store to get something. When we got to our street I could hear the crying and honestly figured it was an over-tired Maggie. We walked in and saw it was Frances and knew that it had to be serious. After taking a picture of it and sending it to three doctors in our family, at 10:45 Frances and I drove to a town 40 minutes away to get stitches. She was a major trooper. of course, she had sand EVERYWHERE and left a huge pile on the scale. I honestly think the "hurt" of not being able to swim or play soccer for two weeks was more painful to her than the four stiches in her knee.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
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