By 12:30, in addition to the usual chaos and mild crises, I had one boy hit in the eye with a block (probably accidental, they were cleaning up) = ice pack, one who kicked his block building over onto his foot (and I resisted saying "well...you get what you deserve, mister!")= kisses, and the 17 month old who was toddling through the kitchen, slipped, and face planted right into the floor = bloody nose, bit lip, bruised forehead and enough tears to fill a lake. Mopped up the nose and lip, tried to check pupils for a concussion ( don't really think he has one but I reflexively check when heads are involved) but his eyes are so dark that they pupils are hard to see.
Oh, and all three diaper wearers pooped at the same time.
Fortunately, everyone should be leaving early, 4 PM. That's good. The sooner these kids are their parents responsibility, the sooner i can breathe again.
Oh, and all three diaper wearers pooped at the same time.
Fortunately, everyone should be leaving early, 4 PM. That's good. The sooner these kids are their parents responsibility, the sooner i can breathe again.
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