It brought back a flood of memories when I had the chicken pox, and my mom taking care of me. I had so much fun counting them with her and taking baths with oatmeal. It was a terrible test of self control, wanting so badly to scratch and itch and itch. I remember wiggling all through my body trying so had not to! I had to wear mittens to bed.
Most tragically, I missed my kindergarden musical, in which I was the star, the blue flower! oh well.
I got them from the Smithwick kids! I strategic play date made by the mothers. So funny.
thanks mama.
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