One night this week, Grady was an absolute bear. He ate his supper and didn't want to listen the rest of the night, so he was told to go to his room. About 10 minutes later this is what his dad found when he checked in on him.
Yesterday morning, he told me his lips were on fire. He needed his chapstick. He can't use mine, it's too hot (it actually works, not just something good tasting to lick off). I hope those lips feel better....kinda looks like clown make-up to me.
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